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Local Weirdo
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#5
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The break room was emptying out about ten minutes after the bell rang, but Digits was still standing over the counter stuffing his face with the simple sandwiches that were waiting everyday at this time.
"Uhhh Will? You know Miss Yuie is about to arrive right?" one of the other techies asked him quietly. He looked down at who was speaking and found that it was one of the people here who actually seemed to tolerate him, maybe even enjoy his company.
"Mason, relax, I'm heading back to my plastic square in a second," he said in his most sarcastic and playful voice, though his words were slurred by the food in his mouth.
Mason smiled shyly at him before turning and walking back to his own desktop. Digits swallowed hard, then wiped his mouth roughly before making his way back to his own station. His fingers on his right hand were tapping compulsively against his thigh as his eyes darted around at his co-workers.
He grinned at each of them, enjoying the distaste that colored all of their faces. He had his shades pulled up on top of his head, so he knew the grimaces he saw from many of them were caused by the full view of his scar that pulled his face up into a permanent slant. He was never ashamed of his scar, he wore it proud like a battle wound. These uniform robots found obvious displeasure in having to look at it, and the hair around the scar being buzzed only made it worse. Many times several of them had suggested he get the scar removed with expensive procedures, or at least let his hair grow out in the area so that it was mostly covered. His response would either be to pull his shades up so that his scar was fully visible, suggest that they take the same procedure to fix their own disfigurations, or merely stick his middle finger up in a proud salute.
He slumped down in his chair when he reached it, and then immediately had to stand back up when he noticed the others around him doing so. Miss Yuie was here. Digits let his tongue hang out of his mouth in a disgusted expression; he wasn't a fan of any sort of authority figure, especially some Future class brat prodigy. Luckily she had never taken much time to examine the techies on this floor, which meant that he didn't have to worry about her looking over his shoulder during these inspections. This ought to be just like any other monthly inspection, quick and easy. Digits hoped it would be anyways.
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Posted 01-18-2011, 11:15 PM
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