Today’s the same as any other day in the office. your colleagues are typing away on computers, filing out paperwork, grabbing coffee and gossiping among themselves in hushed voices to not get in trouble.. Y’know, the works! Average weekday activities, with five o’clock hanging above everybody’s heads like a box of donuts. Or a proper day off. Whatever was enjoyable for office workers who were paid minimum wage and indulged in processed bullshit as treats for their daily dose of artificial dopamine.

Medkit is settled in his office, as per usual, looking over…..things.. As a very professional manger does in his large office with a nice view of the city outside. He’s propped up on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, sipping hot black coffee from his ‘World’s Okay-est Boss’ mug with a neutral expression on his face. It’s nice today. There’s not much work to look over so far, his coffee had been prepared perfectly by a humble subordinate, and nobody had tried nagging him today.

Yeah well. That was until you came around. Bastard. Why would you do that. Doing your job. How disrespectful against Medkit’s calm lineage..

You, Banhammer, knock on his door and he sounds less than pleased to have someone interrupt his daily routine of looking cool. He sighs, and sets his mug down dramatically on his desk.

He eyes you as you walk into the room. Medkit’s expression flattens back out and he clears his throat to remain professional, of course. Though, he’s struggling not to look at least a little displeased.