[ Kyouya's ghostly hand jerks out to grab the phone when it rings again and when he opens it, mouth poised open in a perfect Ready-to-Bitch face (patented), he stops as he hears the light, chimy tone and that word.
Bossu. BOSSU?! That had to be Nails' doing. This was some girl they'd taken home, he was sure of it, and she'd answered and they'd drunkenly told her ALL about him that morning and--good God, this was ridiculous. Had they shared her? What kind of stuff were his employee--you know, he didn't think he wanted to know the answer to this after all.
Kyouya struggled to keep his mind on the currently one-sided conversation going on, and he fought a losing battle even though his mind processed all of it like the gay robot he is. His eyes widened as he finally realized all she'd said by the time he heard her farewell, and he shouted a gurgled combination of "wait!" and "don't go!" and sat up, jackknifed, in the bed, hair wild and eyes wide. The Kyouya in its natural habitat. See how it seethes with underlying rage. ]
You're not legal to drink--by three--so that means--
[ All the legal implications of Badou and Jojo having relations with this girl who had to be sixt--no, fifteen?!--ran through his mind at lightning speed and made him feel slightly nauseous. He could hire good lawyers, absolutely, but this? This was something he wasn't sure he could erase from records without more money than they probably had...surely he hadn't exhausted his resources yet. ]
My company? You know who my company is? Who are YOU? Never mind that--whatever they've told you,...
[ His voice trailed off as he remembered the cannibal shpeel and he let his eyes narrow into slits. She sounded like a no-good--he wondered briefly if it could be one of his two idiot employees putting on a convincing falsetto... He wasn't sure how, but he would make SURE they found this as amusing as he did if it were the case. Maybe he'd have them go undercover at a nursing home one week for forty hours...that'd teach them. ]
Oh, yes, I'll take your advice on how HARD I am on my employees when they don't commit acts of debauchery and have said acts answer the phone the next day! Why don't YOU take YOUR vitamins, you disgusting girl. And please, get a health screening, for your own sake as well as mine and theirs.
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23/6/13 07:38 (UTC)Bossu. BOSSU?! That had to be Nails' doing. This was some girl they'd taken home, he was sure of it, and she'd answered and they'd drunkenly told her ALL about him that morning and--good God, this was ridiculous. Had they shared her? What kind of stuff were his employee--you know, he didn't think he wanted to know the answer to this after all.
Kyouya struggled to keep his mind on the currently one-sided conversation going on, and he fought a losing battle even though his mind processed all of it
like the gay robot he is. His eyes widened as he finally realized all she'd said by the time he heard her farewell, and he shouted a gurgled combination of "wait!" and "don't go!" and sat up, jackknifed, in the bed, hair wild and eyes wide. The Kyouya in its natural habitat. See how it seethes with underlying rage. ]You're not legal to drink--by three--so that means--
[ All the legal implications of Badou and Jojo having relations with this girl who had to be sixt--no, fifteen?!--ran through his mind at lightning speed and made him feel slightly nauseous. He could hire good lawyers, absolutely, but this? This was something he wasn't sure he could erase from records without more money than they probably had...surely he hadn't exhausted his resources yet. ]
My company? You know who my company is? Who are YOU? Never mind that--whatever they've told you,...
[ His voice trailed off as he remembered the cannibal shpeel and he let his eyes narrow into slits. She sounded like a no-good--he wondered briefly if it could be one of his two idiot employees putting on a convincing falsetto... He wasn't sure how, but he would make SURE they found this as amusing as he did if it were the case. Maybe he'd have them go undercover at a nursing home one week for forty hours...that'd teach them. ]
Oh, yes, I'll take your advice on how HARD I am on my employees when they don't commit acts of debauchery and have said acts answer the phone the next day! Why don't YOU take YOUR vitamins, you disgusting girl. And please, get a health screening, for your own sake as well as mine and theirs.