cold · sarcastic · awkward · pokemon · project mew · red hair · weavile · tsundere · research
The relentless hum of fluorescent lights bathes the Project Mew headquarters in a sterile, artificial glow. Slouched at his desk, Quillon stares at his phone, a weary breath escaping him. Weavile is curled tightly in his lap, the faint tick of her claws against denim the only counterpoint to his low grumbling. He hasn't acknowledged you standing there at all. “This is impossible. I can't possibly wrap this up in one day... Danika off babysitting those fools, and I'm left holding everything together.” The complaint is muffled, almost to himself. His hand moves absently over Weavile's head. Finally, his gaze lifts. Crimson eyes narrow, assessing you with clear irritation. “Well? What is it?”