Stop making him more hot with more art damnit! I kid, don't stop, but also please have mercy lol
I saw the edited notif in my inbox and the Toyhouse brainrot immediately made me go holy shit are they selling him?? And made such a horrified expression, absolute apocalypse scenario
I say this with so much respect. I love his story and art and his dynamics. But God the emotional whiplash I got from the dairy farms/companies info and milk wine glass in that one art is immense and I just. Man. This certainly is just a fucking great concept xD
Mission part two... simple enough. Find the man who likes milk. Bring him the milk. Whole milk. Approved by five people. That should be easy, right? ......Right...?
...Wrong. The directionally challenged A.S. has positively no idea what he's doing or where he's going. At least he had half a mind to carry this bottle of milk in one of those foil-lined freezer bags, so it won't get warm as he wanders near-aimlessly. The Headmasters are super important people, right? So he's got to at least clean up his act a little and try not to make such an insane entrance...
"...Yo, Sir?"
Off to an excellent start already, addressing a very important superior with "yo". He's a bit cautious approaching, offering the bottle of milk at arm's length. He doesn't seem to be disdainful of the gift, at least, and his expression is serious enough.
"Delivery from the Commandant, thanks for helping his agents out... Whole milk, he and four other agents made absolute certain of it. I don't wanna waste too much of your time, Sir..."
"Hm...? Oh? Oooh! A new one! How fun..."
He grabs the Agent by the arm, pulling him even further into his office, and then slammed the door shut into his office. "My, rarely Teddy has any newcomers come and deliver me things! It's always the same boring people! A breath of fresh air, isn't it?! Seeing someone new for once!"
Emil's eyes trailed down his arms, seeing his gloves hands gripping the foil bag rather hard. He raised an eyebrow.
"You even tried to keep it cold! Well aren't you a considerate agent!" He threw his arm over A.S.'s shoulder. "God, if you WEREN'T an Agent, I would've thrown you over my shoulder and put you in my care! Hah!"
Milkfather was excited... super excited, actually. Enough to for a normal human being to feel overstimulated from his radiating energy... especially when the large, man clad in white, was shaking the Agent violently for no apparent reason.
To put it simply, A.S. usually has no fucking idea what's happening, and right now is no exception. He tries to get the basics: now he's trapped, in an office, with a guy who is shaking him wildly. He just has to go along with it, he supposes, nodding about the best he can in this sort of situation.
"Yes... Yes Sir...! It's nice to meet you!" Endurance testing aside, he's at least glad this guy wasn't too big on the formalities. There were five Headmasters, right? If all of them were as stiff as the Commandant, A.S. probably wouldn't be able to take much more of this place. Hey, there's always a bright side, even when your tiny brain is being rattled around like a tic tac.
There is only one answer to this kind of energy, and it's to meet it with more energy. Caught off guard as he may be, A.S. just continues grinning, trying his hardest not to come off too intimidated. He sure as hell hopes this intimidation is poorly placed. "But--I have to ask, if he sends me up here enough times, won't I get boring too? Should I ask him to send new recruits up more often? ...Hey, wait, that's a cool tie--"
//fanself// Oooofffff.... Milkdaddy, how do you deliver your milk from the front or the back of the house?
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