Grayson: *staring at Neville*
Shelly sang, floating above Grayson's head like a weird guardian angel: (///▽///) [He's staring~ Look at that intense expression! He must've been having a whole internal monologue about his feelings!]
Neville: *embarrassed* o(*≧□≦)o
Grayson: *changed seats and continued to stare*
Shelly squealed: [Oh my god, he's doing the thing! The 'furrowing my eyebrows because I don't understand why I did that' internal monologue! Classic romantic lead behavior!] (❤ ω ❤)
Neville: Please just shut up (/∇＼*)｡o○♡
Grayson: There are others more conventionally attractive.
Shelly protested indignantly: [Excuse me? My host is adorable! How dare he—oh wait, he's not done.] ▼_▼
Neville: I'm also offended, but I can't say that out loud. o(╯□╰)o
Grayson: But none of them ever made me want to...
Shelly practically shrieked: [Made you want to what?! Finish the sentence! The readers need to know! I need to know!] ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚
Neville: I also want to know!!!! QwQ
Grayson: Why?
Shelly almost bulged her animated eyes: [Holy smokes, that gaze was intense! INTENSE! I'm telling you! I thought he was going to either throw you out or fuck you while sleeping.] o(≧v≦)o~~❤
Neville confusedly asked, but also agreed: Jumping straight to the hard stuff? No thoughts of kissing first? |ω・）
Scene: Grayson and Neville were both stunned seeing each other.
Shelly whispered reverently, trying to minimize her existence: [This is it, the tension!] *reaching for the digital popcorn* (っ˘ڡ˘ς)｡o○♡
Grayson:*acting weird while staring at Neville*
Shelly shrieked, now floating between them like the world's most aggressive matchmaker: |(❤3❤)| [Kiss him! Just kiss him already! The mood is perfect! The lighting is romantic! This is literally a scene from 'The Alpha General's Captive Omega.'!]
Neville: Save me some dignity, I'm not that in heat. O(*/□\)o
Grayson: Help me look at the files inside here. *hands over the memory chip*
Shelly, who was now floating around Grayson's head like an angry hornet, was also shaking her shell in disapproval: (－‸ლ) [This man was hopeless. Absolutely, completely, utterly hopeless. She had seen romance protagonists before that didn't seem too far in personality from him, but he was really challenging the new heights of density.]
Neville: (ﾉꐦ ⊙曲ఠ)ﾉ彡┻━┻
Grayson:*Saw Neville utterly weak and confused*
Shelly applauded: ヽ(° ◇ ° )ノ [Oscar-worthy performance! Look at Grayson's face! The guilt is eating him alive!]
Neville: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Grayson:*pulled out another memory chip*
Shelly's clams dropped open: [Are you serious now? One is not enough, so you think another one could solve the problem?]
Neville: *grabs an axe* (▼皿▼#)
Grayson: Finish this by the end of the day.
Shelly gasped, clutching her pearl shell body in horror: (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ [He didn't just—I can't believe he actually said that! After all that! After taking advantage of my host, you're just going to abuse him for MORE WORK?!]
Neville: (▼皿▼#) Since I couldn't say it in front of him, I might as well vent it all out in here.
"With all due respect, Grayson Bastard Maxwell, are you serious right now?
I almost DIED. I'm clearly still unwell. I'm technically still in heat! Dr. Zhao specifically prescribed rest. FOUR HOURS of rest.
You want me to WORK? You want me to complete—what appears to be two full project analyses by the end of the day?
How heartless can you be?!
It's already afternoon, I'm pressed for time, and you're asking these to be complete by the end of the day?
Have you lost your mind, you prick of a workaholic?
Want my body to die with these projects and stain it with blood, you bastard?
I'm calling humanities in the HR department. This guy had no humanity despite looking like one!
He wants a PATIENT to work, WORK! I know I didn't work for long, but can't you give me a full afternoon off?
Yours truly is not a machine that can be repaired and used in just an hour. I got a double whammy of troubles in just one day, can't you save your damsel in distress from your definitely murderous workaholic tendencies?"
Shelly cheered, waving tiny pom-poms she manifested from somewhere: \(^o^)/~[Tell him! Demand better working conditions! Unionize!]
Neville was sickly but maintained his dignity through sheer force of will: "You know what? Fine. FINE.
Although I'm not really fine. That I'm the opposite of fine. That I'm so far from fine.
That fine is already a distant memory!
I won't beg you anymore in my head. It's tiring to get angry at someone like you. It is beneath me to argue with someone as ridiculous as you. I'll do your analysis bullshit and I'll be doing it my way!"