Topaz and Kyle (Backdated)
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xp_logsTopaz and Kyle do administrative work -OR- Kyle gurus Topaz and gives sage advice. Backdated to January 26.
Topaz stared dismally at her laptop, tapping her fingers lightly against the keys as she considered the application in front of her. The meeting with her adviser hadn't gone exactly as she had hoped, although she could hardly blame the woman for being suspicious after her fantastic downhill slide the semester before. And since she couldn't exactly explain that her father had used magic to bring her mother back from the dead and sent her down a self-loathing spiral of destruction, she was left muttering about family issues distracting her.
Do you think you're ready to focus on school again?
The young witch groaned, slamming her laptop shut and resting her forehead on it, paying no attention as the chapel doors opened.
"You know I can like, hear you making sad noises from a room away?" Kyle had a pair of grocery bags dangling one from one hand and a net bag of oranges from the other. "People stupid on the internet, or like, Clinto touched something he shouldn't have and now he's a ferret?"
"I wish Barton was a ferret," Topaz muttered. "At least that's a funny problem." She lifted her head, looking at the pile of papers they had to go through - being second-in-command to Barton's second-in-command basically meant a lot of administrative junk. "Still picking up pieces of from last year. I might have failed two classes and ended up on academic probation before I dropped out of school. And I didn't even do that officially, I just didn't go back when fall semester started."
"Kayyyyyy." Kyle drawled. "So, you're probably maybe gotta reenroll, or at worst, register for some stuff. I mean, you got paperwork for "I had a major family crisis and I'm in therapy" right?" He busied himself unpacking the grocery bags - snacks, sandwich things, lots of little foods to deal with the care and feeding of a dozen people who all somehow forgot to eat but were all super smart. Supposedly. "Here, have an orange." He tossed Topaz one of the oranges. "Or I mean, do I gotta stare at you with an orange peel in my mouth until you call your fancy therapist and get a like, totally detailless note."
"I hadn't thought about asking," Topaz admitted, catching the orange and started peeling it. "Are you trying to feed an army?" she added, raising an eyebrow at the amount of food Kyle was unloading from his bag. "I mean, you could probably eat that all on your own, I suppose, but you'll probably regret it later."
"I'm trying to feed half a dozen people who can spend like three days in a row doing like, science or math so they don't get scurvy." Kyle said, as he sorted the food into 'needs fridge' and 'shelf stable' piles. "There are about five sensible people in this building and all of us have no science background." He pointed a claw at Topaz. "Plus sensible points for eating the orange, minus for assuming you were stuck and didn't have options to unfuck your semester."
"Hey, don't I get points for trying to unfuck my life?" She nibbled thoughtfully on a piece of orange. "I was going to say I hope you're not including me in the sensible people, but then I remembered Barton. So I'll take it."
"Lots of points for effort, I'll make sure Darcy puts stars on your sticker chart." Kyle said, sounding quite serious. "And I mean I lose my own points because I have totes ignored doing grad school apps." He shrugged. "So, here's a deal. I'll sit down and finish apps and you call your fancy therapist and then we can both talk Barton into tuition assistance."
"Shouldn't be too hard, we can just threaten to stop doing paperwork for him," Topaz said dryly, eyes skimming the table covered in paperwork their boss had hoisted off on him. "Deal, though." She held up an orange piece in a mock toast.
Kyle tapped the last orange against Topaz's slice and then began peeling it with his claws. "For reals I'm not even sure he'd need that, and if not him, I mean, the only reason I had student loans back when I did undergrad was because I wasn't gonna go ask rich people for money because I was a chump." He pulled a ribbon of peel away and let it coil neatly on the table. "I mean I bet we could just like tell Warren we wanted money for a movie and he'd hand everyone a couple of hundreds, I am pretty sure that man thinks bananas cost ten bucks. Each."
"There's something morally wrong about that and I think I'm supposed to say it's wrong to trick a clueless bloke out of money," Topaz said slowly as she chewed on her orange, "but he's a tosser, so I'm in."
"Is it tricking if we donate the money to charity and by charity I mean us?" Kyle pointed out. "We're going to make the world a better place, or at least a better edited place, it counts as a charitable work, right?"
"There is a lot of terrible grammar and spelling in the world. And doesn't he get to write charity off in his taxes? I'm pretty sure 'helped two peasants pay for school' falls under that category."
"Right? I mean just on the - like, Clint's texts alone, we should get fully funded."
Topaz stared dismally at her laptop, tapping her fingers lightly against the keys as she considered the application in front of her. The meeting with her adviser hadn't gone exactly as she had hoped, although she could hardly blame the woman for being suspicious after her fantastic downhill slide the semester before. And since she couldn't exactly explain that her father had used magic to bring her mother back from the dead and sent her down a self-loathing spiral of destruction, she was left muttering about family issues distracting her.
Do you think you're ready to focus on school again?
The young witch groaned, slamming her laptop shut and resting her forehead on it, paying no attention as the chapel doors opened.
"You know I can like, hear you making sad noises from a room away?" Kyle had a pair of grocery bags dangling one from one hand and a net bag of oranges from the other. "People stupid on the internet, or like, Clinto touched something he shouldn't have and now he's a ferret?"
"I wish Barton was a ferret," Topaz muttered. "At least that's a funny problem." She lifted her head, looking at the pile of papers they had to go through - being second-in-command to Barton's second-in-command basically meant a lot of administrative junk. "Still picking up pieces of from last year. I might have failed two classes and ended up on academic probation before I dropped out of school. And I didn't even do that officially, I just didn't go back when fall semester started."
"Kayyyyyy." Kyle drawled. "So, you're probably maybe gotta reenroll, or at worst, register for some stuff. I mean, you got paperwork for "I had a major family crisis and I'm in therapy" right?" He busied himself unpacking the grocery bags - snacks, sandwich things, lots of little foods to deal with the care and feeding of a dozen people who all somehow forgot to eat but were all super smart. Supposedly. "Here, have an orange." He tossed Topaz one of the oranges. "Or I mean, do I gotta stare at you with an orange peel in my mouth until you call your fancy therapist and get a like, totally detailless note."
"I hadn't thought about asking," Topaz admitted, catching the orange and started peeling it. "Are you trying to feed an army?" she added, raising an eyebrow at the amount of food Kyle was unloading from his bag. "I mean, you could probably eat that all on your own, I suppose, but you'll probably regret it later."
"I'm trying to feed half a dozen people who can spend like three days in a row doing like, science or math so they don't get scurvy." Kyle said, as he sorted the food into 'needs fridge' and 'shelf stable' piles. "There are about five sensible people in this building and all of us have no science background." He pointed a claw at Topaz. "Plus sensible points for eating the orange, minus for assuming you were stuck and didn't have options to unfuck your semester."
"Hey, don't I get points for trying to unfuck my life?" She nibbled thoughtfully on a piece of orange. "I was going to say I hope you're not including me in the sensible people, but then I remembered Barton. So I'll take it."
"Lots of points for effort, I'll make sure Darcy puts stars on your sticker chart." Kyle said, sounding quite serious. "And I mean I lose my own points because I have totes ignored doing grad school apps." He shrugged. "So, here's a deal. I'll sit down and finish apps and you call your fancy therapist and then we can both talk Barton into tuition assistance."
"Shouldn't be too hard, we can just threaten to stop doing paperwork for him," Topaz said dryly, eyes skimming the table covered in paperwork their boss had hoisted off on him. "Deal, though." She held up an orange piece in a mock toast.
Kyle tapped the last orange against Topaz's slice and then began peeling it with his claws. "For reals I'm not even sure he'd need that, and if not him, I mean, the only reason I had student loans back when I did undergrad was because I wasn't gonna go ask rich people for money because I was a chump." He pulled a ribbon of peel away and let it coil neatly on the table. "I mean I bet we could just like tell Warren we wanted money for a movie and he'd hand everyone a couple of hundreds, I am pretty sure that man thinks bananas cost ten bucks. Each."
"There's something morally wrong about that and I think I'm supposed to say it's wrong to trick a clueless bloke out of money," Topaz said slowly as she chewed on her orange, "but he's a tosser, so I'm in."
"Is it tricking if we donate the money to charity and by charity I mean us?" Kyle pointed out. "We're going to make the world a better place, or at least a better edited place, it counts as a charitable work, right?"
"There is a lot of terrible grammar and spelling in the world. And doesn't he get to write charity off in his taxes? I'm pretty sure 'helped two peasants pay for school' falls under that category."
"Right? I mean just on the - like, Clint's texts alone, we should get fully funded."
