Access Granted

AN: Broken and Remus are so silly

Eve poked and prodded around other parts of the office to see what people were getting up to. It was nothing fun, working and meetings and fixing people up, she got a few occasional conversations but nothing interesting. She pouted on her way back to Broken, not that bothering him wasn’t fun, she just wanted to explore on her own.

”Yoohoo-“ Eve stopped in her tracks. Remus had shown up sometime after she left and was sitting in her seat at her desk making out with… to be fair, his husband… but not for long if she had anything to say about it. “I thought you had work to do?” She crossed her arms like she didn’t do the exact same thing Back In The Day. “I thought I told you to fuck off…” Broken threw a knife at her head. The only reason it missed was because she moved, he really was aiming for her face. “I did fuck off, it’s been two hours.” She huffed.

”It’s me office I do what I want, piss off…” he flicked his tail and kicked his feet up on the desk. “Don’t do that, dirty.” Remus turned to swat him away. “You’ll scratch up your desk… more than it already is.” He grumbled and put his feet back down. “Go find somebody else to bother, ‘m busy…” “fine, give me my access key.” She held her hand out.

Broken squinted at her. “Access key…?” “For that weird metal room. Down a long hallway?” She said. “Oh! Yeah… key…” he dug around in his drawer and tossed her a regular looking key. “Give that to Elio he’ll know it’s me… get out…” she spun on her heel and walked back out the door, but not before stealing the knife that was lodged into the bookshelf.

Eve grumbled and swore and cursed about Remus all the way back to the metal room, plotting out every single way she’d kill him. “I’m back.” She pushed the door open again. The man was back to welding whatever he was working on, not even bothering to look up at Eve this time. She sighed and tossed the key onto the cooler part of the table. “Access key, happy?”

He picked it up to inspect. It was just a regular key, it didn’t even have a fun pattern or little cover. “Fine.” He sighed. “But don’t touch anything that’s glowing and especially don’t eat it.” Eve hummed happily, turning to immediately not listen to a word he said and touch the dripping glowing liquid coming from the pipes. It latched onto her fingernail like a living creature, curling and wrapping and sticking itself into the surface.

“Eugh!” She wiped her nail on the back of the pipe, smearing the liquid creature like a neon green bug. “I told you not to touch anything.” The man flipped his welding mask back down. Eve stood and moved away from the pipes to poke at other things she shouldn’t, mostly things that glowed or were shiny. None of them acted alive like the thing from the pipe though, even if all of them were just as sticky and gross.