[ if he's being honest, he was expecting her to shout back at him, maybe set a table on fire and storm out. so the fact that she opts to stay, still defensive but at least admitting that some of her behaviours need a little curbing. so ... okay. they've reached something of an understanding. Mike's made his point very clear, Gen's made hers, so.
now what.
to say he's not prepared for this side of the conversation is an understatement. Mike knows he's in no position to be someone's moral police. he's not here to tell Gen what to do, what's right and what's wrong, or that she needs to turn her life around and make something of herself before she ends up like him. she'd just laugh at him. Mike would laugh at himself. fuck, this would be so much easier if she just yelled at him and ran off, then he could just yell back and slam the doors and be done with this. fuck's sake. ]
This is the only warning you get. [ one final wagging of his finger, for emphasis. but it seems he's reached his lecturing limit and now he's exhausted. preaching sucks. then he's strapping his mask back onto his head, one the side this time so he can see. he just doesn't want to carry it. ]
I've got work to do. [ Mike retreats to his office, grabbing the toolkit off his desk, before hobbling back out on his rusty animatronic legs. he'll be heading towards the stage area, some of the actual animatronics are in need of a tune-up. their performance was off today. ] If you eat the entire cake, I won't bill you for it.
no subject
now what.
to say he's not prepared for this side of the conversation is an understatement. Mike knows he's in no position to be someone's moral police. he's not here to tell Gen what to do, what's right and what's wrong, or that she needs to turn her life around and make something of herself before she ends up like him. she'd just laugh at him. Mike would laugh at himself. fuck, this would be so much easier if she just yelled at him and ran off, then he could just yell back and slam the doors and be done with this. fuck's sake. ]
This is the only warning you get. [ one final wagging of his finger, for emphasis. but it seems he's reached his lecturing limit and now he's exhausted. preaching sucks. then he's strapping his mask back onto his head, one the side this time so he can see. he just doesn't want to carry it. ]
I've got work to do. [ Mike retreats to his office, grabbing the toolkit off his desk, before hobbling back out on his rusty animatronic legs. he'll be heading towards the stage area, some of the actual animatronics are in need of a tune-up. their performance was off today. ] If you eat the entire cake, I won't bill you for it.