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Lavender was a peculiar Addison, the color of her feathers being multiple shades of purple, her arms missing those feathers due to being plunged into acid in the past, her thighs and forearms covered in precise cuts that seemed self-inflicted. Her one eye was tired and sad, the other one completely missing from its socket, all of her face was covered in a dark purple patch of feathers and a pair of black square spectacles was perched on her long sharp nose.
Standing at her new height adjustable deck and typing on her new-ish keyboard and monitor that she had bought with own money because her boss Mr. (Ant) Tenna, the host, producer, and director of T.V. Time spent too much on props for his gameshow segment due to a certain contestant threatening to sue them if any of the props used a specific paint they were allergic to (in other words literally all the props they had, it wasn't even that bad of an allergy! All they would get is the sniffles, and that was if their face was directly in the dye!) and Mr. Tenna refused to find a different contestant. Being both Mr. Tenna’s secretary and accountant, she often had her hands full with problems like these, and as she was working on adjusting the budget to compensate for all the spending Mr. Tenna had done, and speak of the devil the overspender was right in front of her desk, presumably to make small talk like he did with all his employees when they clock-in for the day. Lavender was often the very first one in the building considering she had to make sure her boss didn’t do anything stupid with the budget as he so often did. Choosing to not accept her fate of being talked into oblivion for the next hour she started talking first so she could reprimand Tenna for spending the whole budget again.
“G-good morning Mr. T-Te-Tenna, I-i n-need t-to t-talk t-to y-you a-about something. In p-private.” she stuttered.
“Of course Lavender! What do you want to talk about?” the larger Darkner replied curiously.
She sighed as she moved out from her desk, motioning at Tenna to follow her.
“Oh! Where are we going?”
“Y-your office, T-Tenna”
“This must be Serious then.”
“I-i t-take my j-job seriously, T-Te-Tenna. You know th-this.”
Tenna continued to make small talk the whole way to his office saying things like ‘Your feathers are so shiny! What products do you use?’ and ‘The weather is so nice today! We should go sledding later!’ Thankfully he stopped as soon as they went inside the glorified dressing/bed room.
“Alright, now that we’re here, what is it that you want to talk about?” He said as he sat down at his desk.
“Y-you overspent on th-the budget a-again. I-if you c-cont-t-tinue we’ll have t-t-to c-cut some p-payc-ch-checks, you u-underst-t-tand?” Tenna opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off “A-and I-i know you c-can c-cre-create th-things with your magic, b-but i-it’s j-just not i-ideal! Th-there are j-just t-to many p-pr-props b-being used at one t-t-time! Y-you wouldn’t b-be able t-to h-handle th-them all!”
Lavender hadn’t noticed, but she started crying out of worry for both her closest friend and bosses wellbeing, she often got emotional when talking about the overuse of magic due to personal experiences. Lavender knew the consequences of overusing magic far too well and she wouldn’t let Tenna go through the same things she did when she was younger. Tenna got up to comfort the peculiar Addison, who had broken into full on sobs at this point, gently picked her up and laid her down on the red loveseat in the corner of the office, Luckily due to Spamton’s many unexpected sleepovers Tenna had developed a habit of keeping extra blankets around so he wouldn’t get too cold as he was sleeping, not that it mattered since he would sneak into Tenna’s bed while he was sleeping to cuddle. Picking the softest blanket he could find he tucked in the slumbering Addison and went to start on his unfinished paperwork.