"Not usually at least..."
Scratching at his neck a bit aggressively, the guard frowns before looking at Raz with slight hesitation. He... wasn't really good around kids.
"Look uh- Don't worry about it. Just do your thing-"
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⠀"They don't?"
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Now he's frowning. Raz didn't normally frown at everyone but he preferred leaving a good note. That, and he already thought he and Boyd were close now!
Or, uh.. Raz thought he was, all considering the escapade of girl scouts and strange egents.
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"Loboto? Nooo nono- Not him- I think he was a patient too-"
He mumbles, grimacing as his head starts to ache with the dull feeing of pain in his skull.
"Eughh... and people usually don't just smile at people for no reason."
His brow raises for a moment at the question, part of him didn't entirely remember actually. Like it was locked away.
"I remember being hired again? Dunno by who..."
He now glances down at him for a moment. Frowning.
"What's with the face-"
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⠀"𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, alriiiigght! I'm sorry!"
He sighed dramatically, but the grin didn't fade. If anything, it got bigger. It was friendly though- nothing mischievous here.
⠀"So... Are you going to explain yourself? What happened? I mean— I've seen a couple vaults but {+}
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He was about two seconds from throwing the kid as far away as he could when he stopped his little joke. Squinting down at him, Boyd now steps back for a moment.
"Don't DO that- It's not /funny/."
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Razputin nods, grinning at Boyd as he pulled his hands away.
⠀"Got it! No more m—"
Pause.
⠀"Hehe, you thought I'd actually do it again, didn't you?"
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everyday i wake up and have to shred it on my f*cking scateboard so f*cking hard that my feet start f*cking falling off and then mr surgeon has to f*cking put them back on
A somewhat relaxed expression comes to the guards features as he now sloooowly removes his hands. Still somewhat worried Raz would say something that would trigger him into that mindset again...
"None of that... and NO MENTIONING THAT-"
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⠀"Mf?! Hmmhm!"
Razputin pouted up at Boyd, his brows furrowing low. One of those sounds he made must have been a "𝙝𝙚𝙮!" Though, he didn't try to put any effort behind pushing the NOT-milk man's hand away.
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"Calm down?!
He yells, only to echo it back to himself with a rather confused expression.
"Calm down... ha-haaah... yeah-"
He rubs his face for a moment, trying to focus on the moment at hand.
"En-Enough mentioning... /that/."
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Nope! Neither of those worked! If anything it just makes everything worse.
Razputin held his hands back up an surrender, his gloved fingers spread out wide.
⠀"EASY! Eaaasy!! This time I really AM sorry! Please calm down!"
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"MILK?!"
He exclaims, now glancing around with an even more panicked expression. He now starts to frantically pat around his jacket to grab for something to defend himself with.
"DON'T GET ANY CLOSER! I HAVE- POCKET LINT! AND A PERSCRIPTION THAT REMAINS UNFILLED!"
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....Huh...! Alright! Creepy...! Razputin's starting to understand it now. Did he happen to say something that snapped Boyd out of it?
He scratched his chin in thought. What 𝙬𝙖𝙨 the last thing he said?
⠀".....Them? Psyyyychonaut...?"
⠀"...."
⠀"Milk?"
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