Necessity4Fun
I'll keep trying, even if I'm not good enough...
The more time passed, the more uncomfortable Len felt, making it hard to keep up with the 'authority' role he had been trying to show. Why did people keep remaining in total silence like this?! Interacting was already such a difficult task to dealwith but, tense silence?? That had to be the worst state of interpersonal communication, for sure.
With no reaction to go on about, the male vocaloid wasn't quite sure of what he was supposed to even be doing now. Just stand here and keep giving the offending girl some angry looks? ...What would Mr Stark do if he was in the same position? ...Probably shoo her outside while dictating the rules, then going on a tangent of how he needed space to work, or something. Yep, that did sound like him. Maybe one day Len could have lessons on how to be more assertive with the man... as well as those lessons on hacking. Len really wanted to get better at those and the man seemed very confident in his own skills!
...Either way... Mr Stark's ways would be no good to execute without the right 'aura' about oneself, so they were discarded for now. What else could he do to make his instructions that more clear?
The boy's gaze wandered around the laboratory area, through several tables and several ongoing projects, before landing back at the girl with the beer can. The trash bin! If there was one thing that would make 'throw that in the trash' than getting presented with a rubbish bin right on one's face! Mentally congratulating himself over this moment of genius, Len had then stepped outside of the lab for a couple of minutes, oblivious of the owl creature trying to return his pen and thus, forgetting to let it know of where he was going.
When he came back, however, Len could barely be seen behind a huuuuge container of trash that he had hoistered inside the room without much problem. Both plastic and empty packets of stuff weren't as heavy as their volume might make it seen after all, though maaaaybe he should have brought a smaller one instead. Oh well, a bit too late for that.
Carefully, he made his way back to the girl's location, slowly lowering the plastic green container of trash in front of her, then casually gesturing at it to reinforce the rules of the workplace. The beer can goes in the bin.
Crossing his arms pretending impatience, Len had then finally seen what their second guest had been up to, noticing the familiar glittery golden pen in between its oddly taloned hands that went against basic bird physiology. F-fascinating... though also a bit eerie.
"Oh, uhhh, t-thanks!", he had let out reaching for it slowly, making a huge effort not to internally cringe or give himself goosebumps, or just everything at once. No matter the effort though, his expression still spelt 'something is wrong' clearly to everyone involved.
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