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[ as soon as she's in, the heavy security door slams shut. Mike's leaning against the wall, clearly counting down the seconds on his Freddy Fazbear™ wristwatch. shame. five more seconds and he could've gotten out of all this. ]
You're really fucking stubborn, you know that?
[ the office is tacky, cluttered ... the fewer questions asked, the better. and there's always Helpy standing on the desk, waving excitedly at his new friend when she arrives. ]
[Rather predictably, Gen spins around with her lighter struck the moment that door slams into place, but she doesn't actually make any move to attack. He did that just to creep her out, didn't he? Asshole...
Gingerly closing and pocketing her lighter, Gen turns and gives the office a slow once-over before stepping in deeper.]
Yeah, and you're really fucking weird.
[All the empty-eyed animatronic heads make her skin crawl. She actually starts to reach out toward the Fredbear torso before withdrawing her hand with a frisson of fear, but then it occurs to her how much satisfaction she probably just gave Mike with that movement so she gives it a light shove and turns her back on it.]
This place is a... [Her gaze falls on Helpy and she just looks slightly pained that one of them should be so cute. Not today, Satan.] ... scratch nightmare, this place is a fucking fever dream.
[ noooo waaaay, the guy with purple skin wearing a paper bear mask and an "Eggs Benedict" nametag is weird? perish the thought. ]
Were I a normal human being, you'd be long gone by now.
[ Helpy, regardless of any situation, always looks ecastic and eager to prove his namesake. the tiny dumbfaced robobear looks over at his creator, and Mike - resigning himself to this accursed fate for the hundredth time that day - gestures vaguely towards the desk. and Helpy takes that as his cue to go dig out what Gen is here for out of an old, dusty file folder from a stack on the desk. give him a minute, it's a lot of old paperwork here. ]
Try not to get too excited. [ adding, begrudgingly. ] I wasn't in many family photos, so this is all I have. And I'm this close to tossing it in the shredder.
... yeah, you're right. [She probably doesn't mean it the way that he does, but it's still true. She'd have no interest in him at all, of any kind, if he were just a random 50 year old dude who owns a creepy kid's restaurant.] And be honest, you're flattered I want to know anything about you. It gives your sad old ego a little stroke.
[Watching Helpy chug around the desk so cheerfully just makes Gen look even more pained - she's obviously, visibly fighting the urge to be charmed by him, like an anti-cat person coping with a kitten curled up asleep in their lap. Appreciating cuteness is weakness and yet...]
"Family photos..." [Said with a slight mockery of his accent.] There's a concept. Did even shitty families take those back in the day? [If she sounds bitter, that's because she is - for all the evidence that Michael's father was an absolute monster, at least he apparently got his family together to take nice pictures. That means he must have wanted someone in the family around.]
[ just because she's right doesn't mean he has to admit to it. ]
Hmph. [ just a non-committal grumble in response. begrudgingly okay sure she's tolerable and maybe it's kind of nice to talk to someone who'll talk back that isn't spouting pre-recorded family friendly catchphrases or gargled ghostly screaming and chanting it's me it's me it's me-- but that's all besides the point, which is she's rude and annoying and makes fun of the way he speaks. which is rude. and annoying. ]
They do when they have a public image to maintain. [ which was always dear ol' dad's highest priority, and that meant that Mike hated it. on top of everything else he hated about the man. so it's no surprise that when Helpy finally does dig out a wrinkled, faded scrap of something and bounds over excitedly to Gen to show her, it's ... well. ]
... [ sighs. just get it over with. ] Well, have fun with that.
[Gen almost, almost thanks Helpy as she takes the picture, but then she gets a hold of herself. It's a robot. She's not letting herself get sucked into the madness here.
The picture itself causes her eyebrows to shoot up, and she glances back and forth between it and Mike in his current form several times.] Huh. So I was right. [With that cryptic statement, she hands the picture back to Helpy and gives Mike an innocent smile.]
[ Mike tilts his head back against the wall, rolling his odd purple eyes while Helpy takes the mugshot back to put it back where he got it from. this is the worst. this is the absolute worst. she's doing this on purpose just to piss him off. he knows that, she knows he knows that. nothing good can come from this. whatever she'd say, whatever she's thinking, it's only going to further frustrate and annoy him. and yet.
[He's so wonderfully predictable sometimes. Gen can't help but laugh at the high drama of his response, but there's something... not quite kind, but at least a bit warmer in the sound of it. Or maybe just more genuine, not so much for effect as usual.]
I was just thinking awhile back, that based on... what's left of your face, you probably weren't bad looking before all that shit happened. 'Cause I mean, all fuckin' things considered, you're still not bad.
[If Mike showed any arrogance about his appearance, present or past, Gen would roll her eyes and leave. If Mike got really weird about the compliments, something like explosive rage or sadness or any huge emotional reaction, Gen would leave out of pure self-preservation instinct.
But instead he gets quiet and flustered and then flatly tries to usher her out, and that actually stirs up a somewhat warm feeling inside her. Lashing out at kindness is understandable (and more her style, if she's honest), but just bluescreening because it's so unfamiliar is a bit heart-wrenching.]
I could. [She brushes aside some food wrappers on his desk to make room for her to sit, one leg crossed demurely over the other. Did she actually expect to make this offer when she came into his office? Not really, but she has to admit that the possibility was on her mind - honestly, the possibility is what started this whole thing.
She doesn't wear seduction all that comfortably but at least she knows she has youth and attractiveness on her side. They're just things that she's had to protect for most of her life, not offer.]
I could leave, but I gotta say, you don't have much imagination when it comes to what I could do here.
[ Mike's not an idiot. he knows what she's aiming for, what she's trying to get at - just because his body's dead, doesn't mean his mind is. and it's not as though Gen's the only one who'd ever used their looks to their advantage. it's just been considerably longer since Mike has (and that was a habit he quickly fell out of once the whole "you look so much like your father!" thing started gaining traction.)
he makes a mental note to take apart Helpy later. those candy wrappers certainly aren't Mike's. little shit. ]
I have plenty of imagination. [ bitter? incredibly. this isn't fair. ]
And I have no use of your "services." [ he nods towards the office door, scowling, arms crossed. there isn't much bite to his words, though. true, he's still taken aback by the whole ... this. it's left him a fair bit unsettled and awkward. the only thing he really knows how to do in this situation is to be an ass about it. ] Get the fuck out of my office.
[Ooooh, that choice of word. "Services." It's so obviously deliberate and yet it crawls right under Gen's skin, prickling with the familiar heat that demands retaliation in the form of flames. She balls her hands up so tight that her nails carve the shape of half-moons into her skin and reminds herself that she's got a sweet deal here, that the only other options are homelessness or back to Xavier's, weighing Mike's life and livelihood against her wounded pride with all that unhinged rage as plain as day on her face.]
I've got some bad fucking news for you, Mike. [Her voice is thin and hoarse from the strain of keeping herself together. She climbs down off the desk and storms right up to him but stops just short of jabbing a finger against his chest - pointing will be good enough, she thinks. He doesn't deserve any contact at all.] All this... isn't what's keeping you from getting fucked. Enjoy knowing from this point forward that it's all your fault, and bitching about it really does make you no better than an incel.
[She needs to burn something. She needs to burn something.]
I'm leaving for awhile. Lock me out and I burn this place to the fuckin' ground, then pin it on you in case you really are part cockroach.
[Okay. With that said, she can walk out of the office and head for the service door of the restaurant. She's saved enough face.]
[ he opts out of saying anything. just keeps his grumpy posture and glares at her while she tantrums and storms out of the office (Helpy's the one opening the door for her, of course.) bullet dodged, he figures. it's not like she would've meant any of it. she'd just give up the facade the moment he'd start to fall for it, point and laugh at him for being a fucking idiot, for daring to think someone would actually--
ugh.
Mike shoos Helpy out of his office with a resounding "piss off," and slams the door shut. that's where he'll be when-- if Gen decides he's worth the time and energy to bother talking to again. she will find that the little white dumb bear-bot seems to be following her around instead, however. he's very annoying, feel free to kick him. ]
[Immediately upon stepping out the service door, she sets the contents of one of the restaurant's dumpsters alight and texts Mike a picture of the fire with a smiley face. It shouldn't be too hard to put out as the garbage was only taken away the day before - just closing the lid would probably ensure that it burns out safely.
The next morning, Gen actually does return. A strong smell of smoke lingers around her but it's a pure woodsmoke smell, nothing too chemical or sweet, so it's hard to say exactly what she's been up to. Her clothes are smudged with dirt, her ponytail loose and mussed, and she has one cheerful Helpybot sitting on her shoulder. They went on an adventure!!
Although she has become strangely fond of the little guy, she still stops at the door to Mike's office and kicks it several times with her steel-toed workboots.]
[ 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. ]
[So that's where they're at, huh? She offers him something he very clearly said he wanted and thought he'd never find, and offers it out of pure interest and curiosity in where things might go, and it gets her the accusation of being a whore and now the Business Face. So has this completely reset whatever... whatever they built up to this point?
Lesson learned. Maybe. Probably not. Lesson learned until the next time.
Dodging bots left and right, Gen goes to her backstage home to grab a few things and then heads to the bathroom for a quick sink bath before work. There's a YWCA nearby that she hits up for a free shower about once a week but mostly this is how she gets clean - a cloth, a bar of soap, some dry shampoo, and a bathroom sink. Since the sinks aren't hidden behind any kind of stall door, this could lead to an escalation of some kind or another between them if Mike happened to walk in on her almost entirely naked.
If he stays in the office, they probably won't cross paths until the day is over and Gen emerges from the kitchen with an entire birthday cake that had to be sent back because of a decoration error by one of the bots. She sits down with an extra-large soda, a fork, and that entire cake and prepares to make sure it doesn't go to waste. She may be a psychopathic flame demon, but she can still sulk with the best of them after being rejected.]
[ unsurprisingly, Mike doesn't emerge from the office. Helpy does, since he essentially runs the show while his creator tends to stick to more of the financial and operations side of things, so he excitedly waves at Gen as he exits the office shortly before opening time, before getting to work. and it's business as usual for the day, patrons in and out, loud snotty children running around everywhere, evening animatronic concerts. pizza here, cake there. it's not until long after the closing announcements are made, when the helperbots are cleaning up and all the lingering customers are long gone, that the heavy office door clunks open again.
Helpy scurries over quickly as Mike steps out, paper bear mask still covering his face. he bends down awkwardly and gives what looks like a few scraps of old paper to the little bear, and sends him over to where Gen sits with her cake. Helpy, always happy to be given a task, bounds over to Gen as excited as ever, while Michael remains by the office door.
there's definitely an obvious shift in his demeanor. he might actually be sulking. old cranky zombie man in his fifties sulking like a teenager getting scolded for crashing the car. or at least, that's how it appears. ]
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Look. [ here we go. ] If you're leaving, which I won't be at all surprised by, I'll need some sort of mailing address for your final paycheck. Vacation pay, severance, all that shit. Should have enough to carry you for a while.
But, if you're sticking around, for some unfathomable reason ... figure you should probably know a few things first. So you don't do something else you'll regret.
[Gen has no idea what she was expecting but this... isn't it. She glances down at Helpy just to give her someplace neutral to direct her gaze and accepts whatever the bear has brought to her but doesn't look it over just yet.
(She may pet Helpy's smooth metal head, but she'll neither confirm nor deny the accusation if it's ever made.)
That's a generous offer to some kid who sleeps in his storage room and washes some dishes for room and board. It suggests that he understands the gravity of the bind she's in as a young mutant with no official schooling on the books after twelve years old, something she never really thought he cared about, never mind considered all that closely. And - he does sound somewhat guilty, which Gen really isn't used to after she's thrown a fit.]
Keep talking. [She even sets down her fork to show that she's really, truly and honestly paying attention.] I'll decide after.
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and i always want something more when someone tries to withhold it so you might as well make this easier on yourself
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any around the restaurant?
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If I show you, you have to shut up about it for the rest of the century.
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deal!
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Office. If you're not here in 15 seconds the door's locking and you'll miss your chance
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[She's there in 10, peering in with uncharacteristic caution before taking a step inside.]
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You're really fucking stubborn, you know that?
[ the office is tacky, cluttered ... the fewer questions asked, the better. and there's always Helpy standing on the desk, waving excitedly at his new friend when she arrives. ]
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Gingerly closing and pocketing her lighter, Gen turns and gives the office a slow once-over before stepping in deeper.]
Yeah, and you're really fucking weird.
[All the empty-eyed animatronic heads make her skin crawl. She actually starts to reach out toward the Fredbear torso before withdrawing her hand with a frisson of fear, but then it occurs to her how much satisfaction she probably just gave Mike with that movement so she gives it a light shove and turns her back on it.]
This place is a... [Her gaze falls on Helpy and she just looks slightly pained that one of them should be so cute. Not today, Satan.] ... scratch nightmare, this place is a fucking fever dream.
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Were I a normal human being, you'd be long gone by now.
[ Helpy, regardless of any situation, always looks ecastic and eager to prove his namesake. the tiny dumbfaced robobear looks over at his creator, and Mike - resigning himself to this accursed fate for the hundredth time that day - gestures vaguely towards the desk. and Helpy takes that as his cue to go dig out what Gen is here for out of an old, dusty file folder from a stack on the desk. give him a minute, it's a lot of old paperwork here. ]
Try not to get too excited. [ adding, begrudgingly. ] I wasn't in many family photos, so this is all I have. And I'm this close to tossing it in the shredder.
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[Watching Helpy chug around the desk so cheerfully just makes Gen look even more pained - she's obviously, visibly fighting the urge to be charmed by him, like an anti-cat person coping with a kitten curled up asleep in their lap. Appreciating cuteness is weakness and yet...]
"Family photos..." [Said with a slight mockery of his accent.] There's a concept. Did even shitty families take those back in the day? [If she sounds bitter, that's because she is - for all the evidence that Michael's father was an absolute monster, at least he apparently got his family together to take nice pictures. That means he must have wanted someone in the family around.]
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Hmph. [ just a non-committal grumble in response. begrudgingly okay sure she's tolerable and maybe it's kind of nice to talk to someone who'll talk back that isn't spouting pre-recorded family friendly catchphrases or gargled ghostly screaming and chanting it's me it's me it's me-- but that's all besides the point, which is she's rude and annoying and makes fun of the way he speaks. which is rude. and annoying. ]
They do when they have a public image to maintain. [ which was always dear ol' dad's highest priority, and that meant that Mike hated it. on top of everything else he hated about the man. so it's no surprise that when Helpy finally does dig out a wrinkled, faded scrap of something and bounds over excitedly to Gen to show her, it's ... well. ]
... [ sighs. just get it over with. ] Well, have fun with that.
[ yeah, it's a mugshot.
funny how he looked dead behind the eyes even before he was actually dead, huh. ]
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The picture itself causes her eyebrows to shoot up, and she glances back and forth between it and Mike in his current form several times.] Huh. So I was right. [With that cryptic statement, she hands the picture back to Helpy and gives Mike an innocent smile.]
That wasn't so hard, was it?
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...
[ this is the worst. ]
... ugh.
[ Mike tilts his head back against the wall, rolling his odd purple eyes while Helpy takes the mugshot back to put it back where he got it from. this is the worst. this is the absolute worst. she's doing this on purpose just to piss him off. he knows that, she knows he knows that. nothing good can come from this. whatever she'd say, whatever she's thinking, it's only going to further frustrate and annoy him. and yet.
and yet. ]
Right about what.
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I was just thinking awhile back, that based on... what's left of your face, you probably weren't bad looking before all that shit happened. 'Cause I mean, all fuckin' things considered, you're still not bad.
And I was right. You were hot as fuck.
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but leave it to Michael to be a jerk about it in the end. he does eventually respond, deadpan, somewhat dumbfounded. annoyed all the same. ]
Gee. Thanks.
[ compliments are weird, okay. ]
You can leave now.
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But instead he gets quiet and flustered and then flatly tries to usher her out, and that actually stirs up a somewhat warm feeling inside her. Lashing out at kindness is understandable (and more her style, if she's honest), but just bluescreening because it's so unfamiliar is a bit heart-wrenching.]
I could. [She brushes aside some food wrappers on his desk to make room for her to sit, one leg crossed demurely over the other. Did she actually expect to make this offer when she came into his office? Not really, but she has to admit that the possibility was on her mind - honestly, the possibility is what started this whole thing.
She doesn't wear seduction all that comfortably but at least she knows she has youth and attractiveness on her side. They're just things that she's had to protect for most of her life, not offer.]
I could leave, but I gotta say, you don't have much imagination when it comes to what I could do here.
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he makes a mental note to take apart Helpy later. those candy wrappers certainly aren't Mike's. little shit. ]
I have plenty of imagination. [ bitter? incredibly. this isn't fair. ]
And I have no use of your "services." [ he nods towards the office door, scowling, arms crossed. there isn't much bite to his words, though. true, he's still taken aback by the whole ... this. it's left him a fair bit unsettled and awkward. the only thing he really knows how to do in this situation is to be an ass about it. ] Get the fuck out of my office.
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I've got some bad fucking news for you, Mike. [Her voice is thin and hoarse from the strain of keeping herself together. She climbs down off the desk and storms right up to him but stops just short of jabbing a finger against his chest - pointing will be good enough, she thinks. He doesn't deserve any contact at all.] All this... isn't what's keeping you from getting fucked. Enjoy knowing from this point forward that it's all your fault, and bitching about it really does make you no better than an incel.
[She needs to burn something. She needs to burn something.]
I'm leaving for awhile. Lock me out and I burn this place to the fuckin' ground, then pin it on you in case you really are part cockroach.
[Okay. With that said, she can walk out of the office and head for the service door of the restaurant. She's saved enough face.]
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[ he opts out of saying anything. just keeps his grumpy posture and glares at her while she tantrums and storms out of the office (Helpy's the one opening the door for her, of course.) bullet dodged, he figures. it's not like she would've meant any of it. she'd just give up the facade the moment he'd start to fall for it, point and laugh at him for being a fucking idiot, for daring to think someone would actually--
ugh.
Mike shoos Helpy out of his office with a resounding "piss off," and slams the door shut. that's where he'll be when-- if Gen decides he's worth the time and energy to bother talking to again. she will find that the little white dumb bear-bot seems to be following her around instead, however. he's very annoying, feel free to kick him. ]
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The next morning, Gen actually does return. A strong smell of smoke lingers around her but it's a pure woodsmoke smell, nothing too chemical or sweet, so it's hard to say exactly what she's been up to. Her clothes are smudged with dirt, her ponytail loose and mussed, and she has one cheerful Helpybot sitting on her shoulder. They went on an adventure!!
Although she has become strangely fond of the little guy, she still stops at the door to Mike's office and kicks it several times with her steel-toed workboots.]
Hey. Come get your bear.
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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. ]
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Lesson learned. Maybe. Probably not. Lesson learned until the next time.
Dodging bots left and right, Gen goes to her backstage home to grab a few things and then heads to the bathroom for a quick sink bath before work. There's a YWCA nearby that she hits up for a free shower about once a week but mostly this is how she gets clean - a cloth, a bar of soap, some dry shampoo, and a bathroom sink. Since the sinks aren't hidden behind any kind of stall door, this could lead to an escalation of some kind or another between them if Mike happened to walk in on her almost entirely naked.
If he stays in the office, they probably won't cross paths until the day is over and Gen emerges from the kitchen with an entire birthday cake that had to be sent back because of a decoration error by one of the bots. She sits down with an extra-large soda, a fork, and that entire cake and prepares to make sure it doesn't go to waste. She may be a psychopathic flame demon, but she can still sulk with the best of them after being rejected.]
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Helpy scurries over quickly as Mike steps out, paper bear mask still covering his face. he bends down awkwardly and gives what looks like a few scraps of old paper to the little bear, and sends him over to where Gen sits with her cake. Helpy, always happy to be given a task, bounds over to Gen as excited as ever, while Michael remains by the office door.
there's definitely an obvious shift in his demeanor. he might actually be sulking. old cranky zombie man in his fifties sulking like a teenager getting scolded for crashing the car. or at least, that's how it appears. ]
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Look. [ here we go. ] If you're leaving, which I won't be at all surprised by, I'll need some sort of mailing address for your final paycheck. Vacation pay, severance, all that shit. Should have enough to carry you for a while.
But, if you're sticking around, for some unfathomable reason ... figure you should probably know a few things first. So you don't do something else you'll regret.
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(She may pet Helpy's smooth metal head, but she'll neither confirm nor deny the accusation if it's ever made.)
That's a generous offer to some kid who sleeps in his storage room and washes some dishes for room and board. It suggests that he understands the gravity of the bind she's in as a young mutant with no official schooling on the books after twelve years old, something she never really thought he cared about, never mind considered all that closely. And - he does sound somewhat guilty, which Gen really isn't used to after she's thrown a fit.]
Keep talking. [She even sets down her fork to show that she's really, truly and honestly paying attention.] I'll decide after.
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