DLHQ - Settling Down

Finitevus frowned, taking his hand away and looking up at the door. "Who is it?"

Sighing to himself, the doctor resumed massaging at his temple. "Come inside."

"Your arm," Fini answered for him, idly glancing back toward the television. "I understand. Did you need anything?"

Having taken to resting his head within his palm at this point, the doctor glanced down at his stomach in thought. It had been awhile since he'd gotten to eat anything, and now that he thought of it, he was pretty hungry after running from explosions and dealing with hospital emergencies.

"Hmm... that sounds delightful, actually. What did you make?"

That did sound good. "Hmm, alright," he answered. "Could I trouble you to bring it here? I've had an exhausting day..."

Drumming his fingers on the armrest, the pangolin looked from Dash toward a small kitchenette in the corner of the room and took that moment to ponder. A shake of his head revealed his decision. "That'll be fine. I have my own."

His slow rhythm drumming continued on for a moment after watching Dash exit. Lowering his eyelids half mast they once again shifted toward the scenes of turmoil and tragedy on the television, and with a deep draw of breath he hefted himself up and went straight for the small fridge he kept in the corner of his office. Once having retrieved a longneck bottle and having poured its contents into a wine glass, he took out his phone and flicked it open.

What greeted him was a staggering 74 messages, all coming from the same sender - Heat. Feeling a muscle under his eye tic, the doctor chose the top message and read over its contents. From the sparse report it seemed that Talon was unresponsive and the metallix needed orders. Finitevus' eyes lingered over the word 'unresponsive' for a long moment, his mind contemplating over what it implied. Unconscious? Dead? If he had to hazard a guess it was probably the latter... It made sense, really. The reptile had been at ground zero when the explosions began, and even if he had somehow managed to survive that much he, undoubtedly, would have been severely wounded.

"The fool," he spat, chuckling bitterly before texting a message for Heat's return with the body. That was what happened when one acted on their own. Such reckless behavior! No coordination, no team effort! Going alone with that unreliable robot of his! Showing his face on television! He took a sip from his glass. Anytime he mentioned an idea this always seemed to happen. It was supposed to be his plan. He should have orchestrated it! He should have been the one making those threats! He--

...

His brow slowly raised as an epiphany flashed through his thoughts. That could have been me, he realized suddenly. What if he had arranged the whole operation? What if he had decided to take that metallix with them? What if it had been him standing where Talon was...?

Calmly he set the glass down, snatched the bottle, and turned it bottom up.

Finitevus, whom had his back turned as the door opened, set the bottle down and peered around to his subordinate. His cheeks seemed to have more of a noticeably rosy tint than before.

"Just set it on the coffee table," he answered stiffly, staring the tenrec down with a piercing glare.

Fini's brow quirked slightly, as though he had just realized something. He then quickly averted his gaze and snorted. "Hrm. I already told you I've had a rough day."

The doctor's eyes rolled into his head. "Short of gathering the time stones, I highly doubt it."

@heat@ Heat happened, that's what. Just then the metallix trudged into Finitevus' office, dragging something black and crispy behind him. When one studied long enough to see past the obscurities, they would probably discern that it was a corpse. Dragging his creator by the ankle, Heat came to stop just in front of his other master's desk. A second later, Fini's cell phone came alive once more with a new text message.

At the sudden appearance of a strange and very, very intimidating looking robot smelling like it'd crawled out of a fireplace, the tenrec yelped and jumped a mile.

Or he would of, in theory.

He still wasn't used to his legs, see, so what ended up happening is they had a sort of... seizure... and he fell onto his rear on the floor.

Still, that didn't prevent him from pointing at the robot (with his good arm, mind you), and stuttering out, "T-THAT?? What is THAT?"

"A headache," the doctor answered, his disgusted sneer having progress into a snarl by this point. He looked up from the phone and glared. "Heat, take that thing out of my office and bring it to the lab! And for Chaos' sake, stop dragging it all over the floor!"

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"IS THAT A -BODY-?!"

Apparently dead bodies made Dash hysterical. Who knew.