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There were some Rockets who could be accused of taking their work too seriously. And in some ways, that classification could be used to describe a certain Rocket who wore a visor practically all the time. There were also some ways that this was completely untrue.

At this very particular moment, for instance, both seemed to hold true. Where as the rest of his colleagues were not in the designated work room, a tall visored man was. At the sound of a fist clanging against the door, he stood up, his left hand seeming to type along the air right in front of his hand. Once he was at the entrance (or exit, depending on your perspective), he used his right hand to open it up.

Behind the door was a girl. Nothing spectacular, but nonetheless, she was still a girl. As he recalled, this rather plain Grunt was called Faleen. The computer hacker's lips curved into a big grin. "Hey babycakes!" He leaned forward so his face was the same level as hers, that pesky left hand of his still seeming to type.

Ah yes, the girl's first encounter with the Rocket known as 1337. It was already starting off marvelously.

With a dismissive gesture and a chuckle, he stated as if it was common knowledge "Faleen, Babycakes, they're synonymous if ya ask me... Babycakes!" Even with his visor on, covering his eyes completely, his head moved in such a way, that it was very obvious that he had just winked at her. His eyes were covered and he was winking at her?!!

He was casually able to notice how her eyes were drawn to his hand that was at work. He had seen this look before. In fact, the Agent she was asking about was quite guilty of having the exact same look upon his face from time to time.

With some sort of strange friendly affection, he bellowed out "Hayes, that b*****d, left a while ago, but he said he'd be back soon. Yer free to wait around if ya want, Babycakes."

Apparently this was her new nickname.

1337 could have mentioned that Hayes went to the library, giving the girl a more direct idea as to where she could find him, but what would be the fun in that? A woman was a woman was a woman. She might have been plain, but she still was definitely a woman.

"Come on in," he offered as he swung the door open completely. His free hand gestured for her to enter. "I'll even let ya get a better look at my tech if ya want. You've been looking at it like a puppy looks at a bone. I can almost see the drool." A large grin spread across his face.

"I hope ya don't mind, but I will still need to keep working."

The girl wandered in only part way, then stopped. Weird, but he wasn't going to make an issue about it. 1337 wandered past the other Grunt and made his way to his work area. In all honesty, it looked just like any other work space in the room. Only difference was that the computer at the desk was not on.

"Well... it isn't everyday that a girl comes calling on Hayes."

Pause.

"Or... anybody in this department, to be quite honest!" 1337 was far from naive. He knew that the techies were usually the last to be considered for any sort of hooking up. Most techies were nerds. 1337 was strange, but he definitely was not a nerd by any casual standard.

He took a seat, almost lounging into the plain chair. "Ya can pull up a chair... and then ya can take a look-see at my tech." He held up his right hand (the one which was not typing) and wiggled his fingers a bit. The glove on that hand was also apparently tech.

Before any seats were pulled up, he tastefully added "Or, if you feel really bold, ya can always sit in my lap." He laughed and grinned, but it was hard to tell whether he was serious or if he was flat out joking.

Ah, this girl was such a party pooper. If there was a party that needed pooping on, he could probably invite this girl to be the designated pooper. She stood nearby, and as she seemed to look over the tech on his left hand, he carefully turned his right hand into her view as if he was a hand model. He'd never been a hand model, but it really wasn't too hard in all honesty.

He glanced up to Faleen, grin still brightening his features. He let out a decently hearty chuckle at her analysis of the situation. "My dear sweet Babycakes! Trust me when I say that you haven't seen bold yet!"

Bold was what you called 1337 when he was harassing Seth.

"Bold" was one word. "Stupid" was another. "Masochistic" was also another word.

Bold still was a decent word for it though.

For a brief moment, he actually needed his right hand, though what he was doing specifically might have been brought into question. A single finger moved almost as if it was double clicking on something with a mouse, and then that same finger almost seemed to drag whatever had been clicked towards the left a bit. It definitely was strange, considering that nobody ever got to see what 1337 was actually doing.

"Maybe I make my own equipment... Or maybe I just have a 'guy' that I go to... Or maybe I go to an unknown no-name-brand company... Or maybe I build my own stuff with some other guy using equipment from the no-name-brand company..."

Or maybe he just didn't feel like giving answers today. "So which do ya think it is, Babycakes?"

For a moment, 1337's lips actually did something they rarely were caught doing. They pouted. Playfully pouted, but they still pouted. Such a rarity considering his ever constant grin. "Oh, Babycakes. It does matter! Do you lack so much self confidence that you can't even throw out a simple guess? I'm not lookin' for an educated assessment of my tech. Just a simple guess for entertainment's sake!"

He waved his right hand around the empty room. "If I wanted an assessment, I could just go to anybody else in my department for some nerdy description about the components that make my gloves. Naw, naw... that's never fun, Babycakes!"

The dark haired Rocket turned to face the girl again, and without any hesitation brought his hand up to touch her cheek. It could have been a gentle gesture.

Could have.

But instead, it turned rather quickly into something a bit more bizarre. Rather than a gentle stroke, his fingers moved to squeeze her cheeks in to make the girl's face look more like that of a fish. "Anyone tell ya you're too serious before, Fishy-cakes?" That fleeting moment where 1337 had been pouting had passed, and once again he was grinning as he looked at fishy-cheeked Faleen.

Faleen let out a soft sigh, as if giving in, he did have a point, she was taking it too seriously, a guess wouldn’t have hurt, she just hated making an assumption without having some sort of fact to back it.
In a way though, she was a little envious of him, him and the others that worked in this department, not that she knew anything about programming, but they got to do something more useful then grunt work and training all day, they go to work with tech. it wouldn’t do for her own reputation… if she ever wanted to build one that was, if she looked like an idiot in front of people who clearly knew what they were doing in this department
“Well, my first guess would be that-“

and then she felt hands on her face, flinching in surprise, she almost jerked away, but somehow managed to refrain from that movement, instead, her eyes grew wider, blinking down at the strange man’s visor.
…what in the world was he doing? Why was he squishing her face suddenly?
She couldn’t say she knew how to react to that… other then nod slowly after a moment when he asked her another question. “mm Hum…”

Then she started to grow slightly embarrassed, politely reaching up, meaning to take his wrist and politely pull his hand off of her face, free her cheeks from a slightly uncomfortable state. It was around this time that she heard a familiar voice from the entrance of the room.
Eyes moving up, recognizing Agent Hayes, standing in the doorway,
oh good! He was back; she could give him his books now.
Removing one of the man’s hands from her face so that she could talk properly, strengthening up further from 1337’s odd touch.
“Sir, I’m glad I caught you.” She didn’t quite make the connection with his comment yet.

Hayes blinked when the blonde turned out to be Faleen, but there were plenty of explanations for the almost-kiss posture she'd just been in, most of them involving 1337's tech and lascivious tendencies.

"Hey Fal." The agent gave her a friendly grin, which shifted to 1337. "Yeah, it's not like that," he laughed good-naturedly, rebuffing the suggestion as he was given a hearty clap on the shoulder. "Thanks, man. Soda'd be nice if you keep the hot sauce to yourself."

Once 1337 had left, the programmer set his book down at a workstation and smiled at his visitor. "So what's up?"

Switch twitched his nose and perked his ears forward; he knew this one as 'girl with screaming friend,' and her presence seemed to summon chocolate and baked goods.