[ Sorcus leaned down an ear to listen to the music box, before side-eyeing MrRealism. ] "It's barely audible. And I, on the contrary, was very audible getting in here." [ Standing up again to innocuously loom over the jester, Sorcus squinted, assessing the situation. ] ++

... Mkay. So do I preorder conversational exploration of angst next time, or are you sold out entirely on vocabulary to describe how you feel? I'm not letting go of this, you know. You can't just take my focus and not put it on anything.

[ Sorcus' eyes scanned the room as he raised the scythe to rest on his shoulders, the large weapon definitely NOT doing him any favors as his blank stare locked onto MrRealism with a snap. ] "Oh, someone's here. Sorry about your wall, I thought this was someone else's place." ++

‿̩͙⊱ @joey-mrrealism.bsky.social ⊰‿̩͙ ⠀⠀༻ Starter / Private Int. ༺ [ Rap tap tap. ] [ The knocking of the walls and all the whispering certainly wasn't pleasant! And the fact it was only intensifying at this time probably didn't help. ] [ Rap tap tap. ] [ At some point, you'd get used to it, no? ++

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I'm actually getting kind of hungry. [ Taking a quick glance over at the state of WAAPP. ] I wonder if that burger place is open.

Nothing I'd understand, eh? Or nothing you want to talk to me about? Either way, not any less interested.

'Kind of' seems like an understatement. Entertain me though, what do you see in him? His ambition, or his believable lies, or something else entirely?

Happy pride month, I will be making and releasing new gears very soon for the LGBTQ+ folk of Robloxia. And the admins. The admins especially.

[ Sorcus tipped back on his chair, his heels dug into the ground. ] I'd be down to spar. We could shed some of that rust, get the fight out of the fighter again. [ With a punctuated breath, he leaned forwards again, his arms crossing over his lap. ] Or. ++

[ Suddenly there, mid-process of closing his admin console. Sitting on his signature wooden stool. ] I heard rust over the chat logs. Care to indulge me, Clockwork? Where do you think you fall short?

Quite the queer day today. I believe I will check chat logs to see what the populus of Robloxia is talking about.

Valentine's day is such a wonderfully bewitching time of year. It truly brings out the best in the people we are, and the confidence we spark is not to be forgotten. [ You'd be excused to think he was just doing his regular prose, but no, he's celebrating over the card he got from Doombringer. ]

[ There have been several scattered boxes of chocolates or assortments of handpicked flowers popping up around admin workspaces. Most of them have a note attached: "Incase you have that special someone." The handwriting is flourished. On tarabyte's desk, there's even more flowers, with no note. ]

[♡ @walker-of-winds.bsky.social ] *a classic hand buzzer, disguised as elaborate skull-adorned jewlery. attached to the box is a short yet sweet note: "valentine, the rare sight of your smile bridges the gap of our bond during times when we're apart." ...bridge? is this seriously a troll joke?*

It is my duty to remind Robloxia that despite the celebrations of tomorrow, the ToS should still be heeded. While many of the admins, myself included, will be focused on the special people in our lives, please refrain from breaking any rules.

@Shedletsky Please stop "rizzing me up."

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I would gave ordered the same thing. This gets my trademark Sorcus stamp of approval.

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You know you don't need an excuse to talk to any of us, right? Waste not, want not, and all that. [ Sorcus finished scrubbing his mug thoroughly clean by the time the coffee was steaming and ready. He returned to the coffee machine, standing next to Doom and returning eye contact. ] ++

[ He let out a short exhale from his nose, the corner of his mouth tipping up before returning to its neutral look. ] That's a lot of faith to put in me. Hmm... Let's go with something simple. [ Sorcus put his finger to one of the buttons, though he ended up fatfingering the wrong button. ] ++

Yeah, hold on, let me just... [ Sorcus stepped to where Doom had stood, looking at the options. He glanced between them and the cup/mug Doombringer was using, before looking back at him with a blank stare. ] Which.. option did you want again? I don't think I know your preference. Or ever asked.

[ Wandering up from behind... He's squinting and hunched like he'll fall flat on his face. ] [ Not carrying his scythe this time, just a small coffee mug with the text '#45537 Hubby'. He fell in line behind Doom, waiting at first, but eventually peeking over. ] Do you.. need any help there, Doom?

I'm going to that pizza place that seems to be really popular. Do my co-workers want for pizza as well? I can take requests.

I live walking on the edge of my treadmill, not standing on the sides.

######### I just accidentally pulled my scythe on Builderman. Ohhh by the admins I'm so cooked. Oh no.

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[ Planting the scythe in the ground and using it like a?? springboard?? Okay soft hug time. Holding on just enough so /he/ doesn't fly away with the wing-gust. ] I hope your day has been like the candles amidst a cemetery, darling. [ The kind of warmth and light he described echoed in his eyes. ]

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[ Slumped over his desk and conked the fuck out. He's drooling all over the scattered paperwork, and his coffee mug stands empty on the edge, ready to fall. ]

I have knights shoveling my driveway as we speak. UJELLY?

[ He's gone almost two days without sleep, coffee is keeping him going. Still working and tinkering with his scripts and prop gears. ]

BYTEBITE !! [ Dude is nearly singing to the cliffs with a face like :| ]

[ Snapping his fingers together! He seemed approving despite his blank expression. ] You know what would sell if a mini version of you would? That same launcher firing mini versions of the admins. Tara, Doombringer, you and me, all on the assault! ++

[ Tipping the scythe against the floor, he laid it against the tableside as he sat on the desk, handing the papers over with an exaggerated lean. ] More gears? Hell yea— Ahem. Fret not, John, because I'll happily help you with some concepts and such. Is there any /usable/ material writ yet, or. . ?

[ He's jammed his scythe into the floor infront of his workspace, and is using it as a foothold instead of the chair literal feet away from the impact point of said scythe. Very professional. His lurched posture definitely is not helping with that. ] Give him my well wishes.

[ Sorcus was quick to smack away the paper shredder with the blunt side of his scythe, grabbing any papers that were flung as a result. He had to suppress his laughter. ] Okay, I don't want to get blamed for that, actually. What even are these for? They look important. [ Squinting at the papers. ]