[ left on read. he's not about to give her the satisfaction of getting pissy over a dumpster fire (the ultimate parody of his after-life at the moment, which okay, he can appreciate that.) there's no communication from Mike at all the entire night.
Helpy, on the other hand, is thrilled. that's the furthest away from the restaurant he'd ever been, he had so much fun!! they explored, they saw things!! if he was programmed with a voice, he'd be nonstop chattering about how much fun he had. but even still, the bear-bot seems happy to be "home," and since it's before opening hours, he has to use his special security code to open the door. inside, it's just the usual maintenance-bots cleaning and prepping for the day. and the security door shut tight, as expected.
no immediate response after the door kicking, either. just a long pause, like the person on the other side is really debating whether or not it's worth it. then the sounds of someone having a difficult time getting up from a squeaky office chair, the clinking and clattering of precision metal tools dropping onto the desk, footsteps shuffling towards the door. another pause.
the door finally does clunk open. Mike's there, paper bear mask hiding his face. Helpy waves happily, leaps from Gen's shoulder to latch himself onto Mike like a monkey. almost knocks the zombie man off his feet. but he stays quiet, not uttering a word. it's maybe five seconds of silence before the office door slams shut again. ]
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Helpy, on the other hand, is thrilled. that's the furthest away from the restaurant he'd ever been, he had so much fun!! they explored, they saw things!! if he was programmed with a voice, he'd be nonstop chattering about how much fun he had. but even still, the bear-bot seems happy to be "home," and since it's before opening hours, he has to use his special security code to open the door. inside, it's just the usual maintenance-bots cleaning and prepping for the day. and the security door shut tight, as expected.
no immediate response after the door kicking, either. just a long pause, like the person on the other side is really debating whether or not it's worth it. then the sounds of someone having a difficult time getting up from a squeaky office chair, the clinking and clattering of precision metal tools dropping onto the desk, footsteps shuffling towards the door. another pause.
the door finally does clunk open. Mike's there, paper bear mask hiding his face. Helpy waves happily, leaps from Gen's shoulder to latch himself onto Mike like a monkey. almost knocks the zombie man off his feet. but he stays quiet, not uttering a word. it's maybe five seconds of silence before the office door slams shut again. ]