+ "You absolute drongo! I'm gonna find you, and you better start prayin' to whatever God you want, 'cause I'm gonna skin you alive for this!" He burst through the glass doors into the parking lot, still shouting the name of a man who wasn't even in the building, ready to hunt him down if he had to.
"A dream demon? Strewth, Vic, that’s a bit heavy even for your lot. Glad Jashawn was there to sort it, then. Sounds like a right mess. Just...don't go makin' a habit of nearly gettin' your head scrambled while I’m out in the sticks, alright? My heart can’t take the workout."
"Fair point, trouble does seem to have a crush on you lot. As for me? Safe enough, I suppose. Just been keepin' my head down, puttin' in the miles, and dealin' with the usual nonsense. It’s quiet out here, bloody lonely at times, but quiet."
+ nearly knocking over his chair in his haste to escape the judgmental stares of his coworkers. He didn't care that he was still on the clock; he had a very specific, very irritating target in mind. "VICTOR!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the sterile office walls as he bolted for the exit. +
Remy groaned, dropping his head onto the desk as the final notes of the track echoed through the bullpen. He could feel the eyes of every other agent boring into the back of his neck, the silence that followed being ten times louder than the music ever was. He scrambled to his feet, +
"Too right. Enjoy the peace and quiet while you've got it, Vic. I know how rare that is with your lot. Give the girls a squeeze for me when they're back, yeah?"
"Coffee, definitely. Black as my soul and strong enough to jumpstart a dead battery."
"Reckon I could use a bit of that chaos to wake me up anyway. Keep the kettle on, mate."
