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A day. A day like any other, of course. In the office, cigar lazily held in-between two claws. Watching the door for anyone with the chance of walking in. And..speaking of that chance, its now.
One of the many fired Suits from C.O.G.S he took under his wing- a mover and shaker. They stumbled in, fixing the suit they wore, before looking up at the Plutocrat. “Euh- Boss, th’ witch has struck again. In suitopia- section A5, down on’ of the alle-“ they didnt get to finish, though, as Cosmo grunted, sighing. “Nun’ of the galaxy was hurt, yah?” Cosmo starts, sticking the cigar in-between his teeth, the former sellbot giving a nod. “..alright, den. gather ya’ group, try ta’ find him. n’ if ya can, bring ‘em back to me. so I can kill him myself.” he grunts, the cog nodding before running off.
..But he never did. At all. Even when they DID find him.
He didnt know why. Was it that- stupid, sly grin? The one he gave everytime he was caught- dumb and fucking outright cheesy. Maybe that monologue he gives. every single time. Its long and drawn out- words hes picked up on and knows the exact meanings of each. It never changes. Its like a chore, at this point. Cosmo grunts, leaning forward and resting his arms on the desk, tightly gripping onto the cigar now. Lost in thought.
His bright red eyes that squint whenever he grins. they’re unnerving, in a way. inhuman- but theres something else to it. He couldn’t quite place it, though. His whole face- it was exactly like that. weird, unnerving with how he expressed. And yet…something just drew him in. A quiet mutter, as he closed his eyes, trying to swat the thoughts away.
But..honestly, it doesn’t last very long, as theres a loud thud. and the door closes quickly. Cosmo opens an eye, letting out a heavy sigh, leaning forward to stare at who was dropped off. “..Mph. Don’t even start yer shit, Virgil.” The Plutocrat muttered, staring at the much taller man- who was getting up, dusting himself off. “Then don’t be so lackadaisical. Its near insurmountable to get ahold of you any other way, Kuiper.” The other man grunts, shifting his sleeves down. as he glanced up at Cosmo from under his hat.
Which made the Don tense, fist curling for a moment. before quickly glancing off to the side. “Uh-huh.” he mumbled under his breath, closing his eyes. Cog, this was SO much dumber than their normal ‘meetings’, even if you could call them that. “Just get on with it, if yer gonna be like dat.” Cosmo speaks, rolling his wrist for slight exaggeration. Honestly, he doesnt know why. He isn’t trying to do anything, let alone impress..Virgil. Deeply breathing in, he opened his eyes, looking at the cog. “Ya’ already know the exit. Scram.” He attempted to regain control, immediately shrinking under his cold stare again. “Mhm. Goodbye, Kuiper.” Prester nodded silently, before walking behind, silently slipping into the backdoor.
..COG, whats gotten into him today?
Cosmo groaned, rubbing his temples, trying to wave any ideas out of his mind. But they continued to swirl, as he silently thought about earlier- not the meeting. It just made his mind far more fuzzy. It was stupid. All of this made him feel..bad?
He didn’t actually know. and he didn’t care enough to know. For the most part. He rubbed his face, pausing- colder than normal.
..was he fucking BLUSHING the whole time?
fuuck. thats more embarrassing than he thought originally, groaning as he rested his hands on the desk, tail thumping against the chair. This is stupid. All of this. He didn’t actually THINK Virgil- Prester- whatever-
..He sat up, getting off the chair, walking out of the office. This is a conversation with himself for another day.
Because honestly, the idea that he’s even slightly attracted to the man who’s trying to take down his organization is insane.
But, honestly?
..He isn’t very against the idea.