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Working at SDN is honestly pretty good. The coffee doesn’t taste horrid, the vending machine has decent options, and the people aren’t shitty.
Well besides his “team” anyways, the “Z-Team”. Which should be called the “A-Team” with how many Alphas are on it. But that doesn’t really matter since shitty people are shitty no matter their gender. Although they have gotten better, I mean. Flambae hasn’t set anything on fire in awhile (Which is the minimum but we’ll take small victories.).
Speaking of Flambae- Robert is almost certain this box with flames on it is going to put glitter in his face.
Now glitter bombs aren’t unusual for him to get because everytime he pisses them off they usually glitter bomb him (Mainly Prism). The only unusual thing is that they're usually pretty hidden; Sometimes in a pen (Which to be far he probably should’ve seen since he doesn’t even keep pens on his desk), Drawers, Letters, Hell once they put in it his chair (Glitter butt will forever haunt him.)
But to have it just sitting openly on his desk makes him weirded out, maybe they’re reverse psychologying it or something.
Cautiously Robert grabs something fairly long and cautiously opens it.
Thankfully it's the end of shift so even if he somehow gets glitter on him he won’t be publicly humiliated (Which is another red flag since they love doing that).
“The fuck?” He looked left and right. No one.
Okay so Flambae. 1. Didn’t plant a glitter bomb and 2. He had a partner. Unless Flambae started wearing perfume.
Which Robert would’ve honestly believed(He has no idea what these people like) if it weren’t for the note on the scarf wrapped perfume saying “You already look like garbage so at least don’t smell like it. -THEPRISM”.
He picked up the perfume bottle hesitantly and screwed the cap off, taking a sniff
“That’s actually really nice.” It smelled sort-of like citrus? He’s probably a bit scent blind(In two ways).
After placing the perfume on the table he picked up the scarf, which he could see the design of more clearly now.
It was one of those infinity scarfs– this one had just a bunch of flames on it(Robert didn’t need another note saying who this was from).
Taking one last look around. Robert delicately placed the perfume into his bag(which somehow fit) and put on the scarf(It wasn’t cold yet but might aswell).
And finally went home.
(Where he totally didn’t overanalyze the perfume and scarf all night till he passed out)