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Tak ... tak ... tak ...

The soft tapping sound echoed into a mostly silent room, stopping after a few more iterations. A pair of odd-colored eyes stared at the source of the sound - a pen the owner of those same eyes held in his hand. Not just any pen of course - nothing he ever had was "just" anything. That was his nature... his specialty. He brought others' dreams to them - for a price. That's how it had always worked out best, even now.

Even ... now.

He grunted in irritation, flicking the pen across the desk; it glittered slightly as it clattered against a pile of boxes. It was a pen from Islandia - a never-ending pen, to be precise. Hawk didn't like it though. Sure, the ink replenished itself - some recent innovation from those damn cat things, using scribbles' cores as some kind of source - but it never wrote in the same color. He hated it. Why couldn't it be something useful, like a black pen? Was that so damn much to ask? No, instead it had to scribble in all sorts of colors, from pink to green to blue... sparkly, metallic, shimmery - what was he? A kid?

His ears tilted downward slightly as a buzzing caught his attention; mismatched eyes flicked upward to a sign over the door in front of him. He pulled his lips into a bit of a snarl at the message.

Fᴇʀʀɪᴄ Hᴀᴡᴋ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇɴᴇ ʟᴀʙ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ. . . Fᴇʀʀɪᴄ Hᴀᴡᴋ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇɴᴇ ʟᴀʙ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ. . .

Nʏᴀ~ + ᴡ+)

"hated CaTDOS. He hated being watched, listened to, spoken down to... He hated being monitored. Even though his room was supposed to be "off limits," he just knew that stupid ... thing was listening. Watching.

He resisted the urge to throw something at the mocking text face that scrolled across the display monitor; it wouldn't do any good. It'd just cost him to get it replaced. He muttered to himself, shoving his away away from the desk and grabbing his "lab coat" to shove his arms in it. Always expecting so much. Always. Had to dress a certain way during lab activities. Had to act a certain way. Had to do this. Had to do that. Stop yelling so much. Don't assault the tekimi.

If he would have known it was going to be like this, he . . .

Hawk stopped his train of thought there, ending it with a grunt. He grabbed a small sphere from his desk and popped it into his mouth, chewing; it was sweet and spicy, rubbery like gum, though the juice that dribbled from it burned his throat. It almost immediately calmed him, soothing his nerves - he didn't give a damn if Somebody would chastise him again. Who gave a s**t?

"Don't do ********' drugs before this s**t my a**. You can clean the s**t up," he muttered angrily to himself as he stalked through the halls, lab assistants falling to the wayside of his oh-so-shiny demeanor.

. . .

"So how much ********' blood are you gonna ********' steal this time, you ********' vampire? Didn't get enough last week? The ******** are you makin' that you need so ********' much? Or maybe your ********' b***h boy in the splicing department ******** up again, huh?"