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Proton hummed bemusedly. He could tell he was pissing the kid off. Good thing Silver wasn’t in charge quite yet- he wouldn’t dare be this irritating to Giovanni. He did value his job, he just didn’t care at all for the people he had to deal with because of it. Especially redheaded snots who thought they were all high and mighty just because of their bloodline. Silver was doing an admirable job of controlling himself, Proton had to give him credit for that.

“Archer is probably off doing boring shit I really don’t care about, so guess who’s the lucky little brat who gets to play with me!” Proton frowned. “Don’t call your superiors idiots, little Silver. It’s a bit rude, don’t you think?” Yeah, so maybe the kid was the boss’ son, but he still had no technical authority. The executives may be supposed to defer to him, but since the kid had no rank, Proton did and thusly outranked him by technicality. Only some of the grunts and maybe the other executives actually listened to Silver (as far as Proton knew), and Proton certainly would make it a point to remind the kid that he actually didn’t rank at all if he brought it up.

Proton didn’t drop the fake-enthusiasm voice, but it switched into something with a far more venomous undertone. ”So does your existence. And you know, that can be arranged, Silver. That can be arranged.” Maybe not with a dull screwdriver, but certainly a knife or similar instrumentation. “You know, I don’t think I will, brat.”

Lucky, huh… No, being the chosen plaything for a sadist wasn’t exactly what Silver would consider being anywhere near ‘lucky’. If anything, it was the exact opposite and if he bothered to stay around the older long enough, he’d probably end up bleeding or something since it was evident to anyone in HQ that he carried around something sharp on his person on the sheer chance that mind of his– a mind he didn’t and couldn’t understand even if his life depended on it– decided to think 'hey, let’s draw blood’. Irony DID love getting him good, did it not? To meet this man of all people in this damn building, it had to be him… Not the best person to give authority in a place like this and he constantly thought his father wasn’t even thinking when he hired the executive, but at the moment the child had no power whatsoever to do anything about it… Much to his chagrin. Proton was one of the few that ignored the fact he was the heir and simply treated him accordingly to what he’d do to anyone amusing while the grunts and other executives were actually decent to him. If Silver had the ability to choose, he’d much rather pick Petrel despite the fact the smoke of his cigarettes irritated him.

“I don’t want to play with you.” The redhead declined flatly. “Your games will end up in one or both of us bleeding–” Because there was no damn way he was going to go down without a fight. “– And yes, you are an idiot. Rude or not, it’s what you are. I don’t know what the hell father was thinking when he hired a CHILD like you. You’re not much better with that anyway, so let’s not be hypocritical now, Proton.”

The exchanger rolled his eyed, obviously not that impressed by the comeback he received. Yes, well, the fact that his existence was near being detestable wasn’t something he didn’t already know. He had ears, he could hear what other people said. It didn’t bother him any at this point, however. “Keep your sharp objects away from me. I’m wasting my time on you right now. Goodbye, I’m leaving.” He said, an irritated and a little over-exaggerated huff finally escaping from where it was being held as he shoved the green haired man and began to walk back down the hallway. This is what he got for doing something as simple as trying to see if Father was home.

(Source: rocketheir-blog)