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[solidorkable]

WHO: the emperor (solidorkable) and you!
WHERE: the institute & city hall ; various places! check comment headings for locations.
WHEN: today
WARNINGS: none, yet
SUMMARY: larsa goes to school, and is for once, behaving like a teenager.
FORMAT: quick to start, then tagger's choice!

[Bad username or unknown identity: smells like teen spirit]

(Everything is terrible and he hates everyone. April makes it out to be as simple as that, that if he just takes it out on everyone else, it should be fine, he'll feel fine. Sadly, Larsa is not that kind of person; he gets up, gets ready and goes to school like he would normally do. He doesn't say much, he isn't even that active in class as he should be.

But, he's there, he's being a teenager for once. Cup of tea? No, this morning he has a poptart that got from the vending machine. Paying attention in class? No, that window is really interesting. Biology? Argh, who cares.

Work? Work is just as bad. He doesn't greet the protestors, doesn't ask what they want - at first. Within five minutes, he's back to see if they're alright or if they require any assistance:

"How do you feel working for a robot?"
"Should the mayor be not human, I would fear he is a very inefficient one."

"Imports are taking our jobs!"
"An issue for the Porter, rather than I, I fear."

"There are raccoons stealing our food!"
"Miss April Ludgate will be able to answer that question."

Maybe nothing has changed.)

Comments

[solidorkable]

I shall work my best.

(before he steps away to return to his desk though, he hesitates.)

Thank you.

[viced]

Shit, don't thank me for loading you up with work.

[ His protegé... ]

[solidorkable]

It is not about the work, sir. (you should know what it's about.)

[viced]

Yeah, yeah. I guess not. It's about doing it, huh? Making the difference?

[ And not at all about absorbing oneself in work to escape personal problems, right? That would just be silly! ]

[solidorkable]

Indeed, making the difference.

(maybe he'll start believing it himself. maybe.)

[viced]

That's what we're here for, after all. Making sure that we can support the people we serve, and doing the best job possible for them.

[ And he honestly believed it, even if it was a little cheesy. ]

[solidorkable]

(It's like a swift kick in the behind: Larsa's shoulders straighten, and his bearing becomes regal again:)

There is little good in feeling sorry for yourself.

[viced]

That's exactly it. Sometimes, a little perspective tends to make it a little easier to disregard, huh?

[ Not that he knows anything about it, or what Larsa's feeling, but they've spoken quite a bit lately, and he feels some sympathy for the guy. ]

[solidorkable]

Indeed. (Though he still feels a little lost, despite holding the data.)

Is there anything else that requires my attention? If not, I would like to get started on this.

[viced]

No, Larsa. I think that's it for now. Why don't you get to work on that, I've got my own shit to do, anyway. [ He clapped him on the shoulder, regardless. Encouraging. ]

[solidorkable]

(Don't worry Mitch, he'll keep your emotions a secret. Larsa gives him an affirmative nod before heading off to get to work.)