Greetings!
I’m Hazel Blackthorne, intern extraordinaire, and I’m looking to work for you! Give me any job, anywhere, any time, and I will be there!
Don’t mind that growling gut you’re hearing, that’s just…how hungry I am to meet your approval!
Ah, freedom at last! Nothing better for an unpaid office assistant than letting my hair down and hitting the town!
Uh oh. My wallet is empty.
And so is my stomach.
Oh man…
Oh, uh…this is awkward, usually I’m the one following orders and not giving them! And I just sort of explicitly said I wanted to eat you so, I guess, no sauce?
I-... Sorry?
[A few blinks and he tilts his head, staring into Hazel's eyes deeply confused. He simply must have misheard her. Shaking his head, he laughed and stepped closer to her.]
Of course, whatever will satisfy you. Now how do you want this meal prepared? Sauces?
Make, make…oh, you mean like cooking?
I prefer my lunch a little fresher, like…well anyway, if you’re offering how can I refuse? First rule of interning, never say no to a free lunch!
Strange office lingo Hazel... But just this once I'm willing to help out.
[The fox's tails danced around while he nodded, slight grin on his face.]
So, what are you hungry for? What do you wanna eat more than anything right now?
The lunch hour is only an hour long? But…but…how am I supposed to find a willing meal that quickly!?
You guys bring packed lunches? That’s a bit cruel. I like my meals free range!
What am I talking about? Uh, you know, just some office lingo I picked up, totally normal!
It will take some time to get organised here, but that’s what interns are for! They’re for merciless coffee runs, printer repair, stock taking, stock eating, stock covering up, etc.
Greetings!
I’m Hazel Blackthorne, intern extraordinaire, and I’m looking to work for you! Give me any job, anywhere, any time, and I will be there!
Don’t mind that growling gut you’re hearing, that’s just…how hungry I am to meet your approval!
@MNika296 What’s the story exactly? Reporter does job? Staff cuts threaten national paper?
You wouldn’t want to dig up dirt on a fellow journalist. Everyone has secrets, you included.
Editor says I dropped the ball. Was gone too long. Missed vital stories. I call bullshit.
The editor knows with me back, it puts his other stringers at risk. Work makes me hungry. Hunger makes my fact checkers vanish.
No need for an obituary. Straight to the cutting room floor.
You know, it’s odd that your life fits on a side of A4 paper. All your family and friends and achievements just shy of a five hundred word copy.
I almost envy your, how should I say, simplicity.
If you let me consume you, I guarantee you’ll be a headline. First edition.
Rumours of my suspension have been proven untrue. I suppose you all thought you could live your lives without your favourite reporter?
Keep your lips sealed, friends. Your journalist has returned.
I don’t have any shame in showing myself off. Why not be proud of my own assets? Mo matter how enhanced they are by prey, it’s my body.
Now it’s your turn. Your body I’m not interested in, but your secrets. Those are very appealing to me.
Let it all out, subject. Soon.
Excuse my blank expression. It’s a lot of work to hold in the more indulgent thoughts. If I was unfiltered, I’m afraid I’d be a drooling mess.
Oh? You’d like that?
Of course you would. Sick puppy. This session is a professional interview.
Later you can experience the real me.
Everything comes down to the next few words out of your mouth.
Say what I expect, and we can continue. Maybe this piece won’t destroy you.
Say something else, I’ll make you out as nothing more than a liar.
Say nothing, I’ll know what you are.
Don’t underestimate me.