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The head of Robloxia's HQ sighed heavily in his silent, large office, breaking a little of the dreadful quiet; the paperwork he wrote and scribbled on lazily was harder than he thought previously—when he's tired, it's worse. The builder wrote on appeals for bans, by hackers, unintentional banned personnels, or exploiters; of course, being here everyday was not a job for the week.
Builderman laid his head down for a while, writing away on appeals—rejected or not—shifting slightly in his seat while he's at it. The silence was almost deafening to him, when:
"Builderman, goddammit!"
Builderman shot up in his seat, accidentally striking a small line over the ban appeal he was writing on his desk—as the previously quiet room was disrupted by the slam of a door that leads to Builderman's office, the wood hitting the wall furiously, while one of his employees bursted into the room. Builderman peered up in surprise, his eyes behind his glasses a little wider than before; all traces of sleepiness from the admin gone in a snap.
"...T' the gods of Robloxia," Builderman relaxed, leaning back in his chair, "what could have possibly happen'd for ya' t' be burstin' in yer boss's room?" Builderman questioned, narrowing his eyes at the admin. "You let Telamon do that stupid thing again, you know?" The admin complained.
Right, Telamon. Builderman's newly hired employee, not following corporate rules again. Typical bird, Builderman thought. But is He actually doing wrong again, or is it because there's...feathers on the floor? "Telamon's just... He's just—"
"...'S He really messin' shit up again," Builderman leaned forward as he interrupted, perching his elbows on his desk, and cupping his face, before dragging his hands down; this was...what, the fourth complaint today? "R' 's it because there's feath'rs ev'rywhere?" Builderman looked down, grabbing a feather he'd picked up earlier off of his desk, and waving it in the air to show the other administrator. "S' long 's it's not a safety hazard," Builderman rolled his eyes, pushing his hands and arms up on his desk as he stands up, and dropping the feather back onto his desk, "it's not somethin' ya' should w'rry 'bout. I'll clean it up if so many 'f ya' think it's such a big deal."
Builderman walked over to his employee, pushing them out of the way gently—earning a surprised stutter out of their mouth—as Builderman closed the door to his office, and headed to Telamon's office. The walk was a little long, since newer admins usually got the farther side of offices; but it wasn't painfully long. While Builderman neared Telamon's office, he sweeped some feathers into a tiny pile—taking one off of the ground to show as evidence to Telamon—before stopping in front of Telamon's office door.
Builderman heard quiet, tiny coos and chirps from outside His office, and he thought nothing about it; Telamon was a little noisy as It worked, sometimes. Builderman calmly knocked on His office door, before announcing: "...I'm comin' in, Tela'." Builderman muttered, laying his hand on the door's handle, and turning it. Builderman leaned on the frame to the door, as Telamon stopped His avian calls, turning Its head to Builderman in curiosity. Telamon's wings flared out a little, as It looked at Builderman under Its shadow on Its face that casted from Its hood.
To Builderman, Telamon's plumage was...off. Not in a bad way, but...it was somewhat more of a slightly saturated brown, more saturated than usual. Builderman shook his head, thinking it was just Telamon's molting time. "Care t' explain all th' feath'rs all across th' Headquart'rs, Telamon?" Builderman pulled out a feather from his pocket, showing it to Telamon.
"...Ah, um," Telamon mumbled. "Telamon's molting Its feathers... It can't stop the process. Telamon's sorry to Builderman." Telamon apologized, as Telamon saw Builderman approach him, his hand reaching over to close the office door.
"Ya' need some help gettin' some more feath'rs out?" Builderman offers, while Telamon nods somewhat eagerly. Builderman nods back, as he kneels down in front of Telamon's left wing, grooming carefully, and taking out the less saturated feathers. Telamon coos quietly at the procedure being done, the feeling of Builderman's gentle calloused hands on Telamon's soft, giant wings felt...amazing, to the swordsman; while Telamon's coos felt endearing to Builderman, it made his heart skip some beats.
"Coo..." Telamon quietly chirps. "...Mmn...Telamon thinks Builds is...magnificent at grooming Its wings..."
...Builds? No one has ever given me out of everyone a nickname like that... Builderman thought, pausing his grooming for a second before continuing, plucking out an old feather. ... Personally, I don't think it fits me, but...whatever Telamon wants to call me, it's His idea, anyway... Builderman continues to groom, before shortly, he'd have to move onto Telamon's other wing. "...Yer left wing's done." Builderman gets on his knees, before standing up.
"But yer right one's still messed up a lil'..." Builderman added on, walking over to Telamon's right wing, and kneeling down. "..." Telamon complies, but doesn't say anything. Odd, since Telamon's such a loudmouth around people. Builderman doesn't start grooming yet, and instead looks at Telamon. "Ya' okay up there, Birdie?" Builderman teasingly gave a nickname to Telamon, which Telamon gave His mating call by accident—not something Builderman knows of, and not something he should know of.
"...Telamon's fine." Telamon replies in Its words, while Builderman blinks, a little confused by the new sound, but he shrugs it off, starting to groom at Telamon's wing. "...Telamon thinks It has to...have a break soon." He exclaims suddenly, tapping one of His clawed fingers on the wooden desk. "Would Builderman give Telamon a little break from work for a little...?" Telamon turns his head to Builderman plucking and grooming, which Builderman nods. "I can clock ya' off so ya' can go home, Tela'."
"No, no, Buildsy," Telamon murmurs the sweet nickname out of His mouth, "Telamon can just take a break for a while...It doesn't need to go home."
"Tela'. Trust me. Ya' can go back t' yer apartment 'fter I finish groomin' yer wings..."
"...Is... Builderman sure?"
"I'm hella sure, Telamon."
"Telamon thanks Builderman..." Telamon utters quietly. "...would Builderman care to come to Its place after? Maybe... Builderman can hang out with Telamon. Telamon doesn't get much company anymore." The offer was sweet, and it lingered in the air for a while. It sounded almost...needy? For presence, or something else. Builderman nodded, ignoring the different tone Telamon was talking in, as it was...really...needy.
Builderman was close to finishing up with Telamon's right wing, while Telamon cooed quietly, with little...whines? Occasionally, too? It was cute to Builderman's ears, but he really did not know why Telamon was whining like that; it probably wasn't his business, anyway.
"..." Builderman plucked out one more feather, before pushing a hand on his knee to stand up, looking at the god. "...Yer finished," Builderman reached out to pat the top of Telamon's hooded head, "unless ya' want me t' groom yer head wings." Telamon coos His mating call again—which Builderman thought it was a really cute sound, of course he wouldn't admit it out loud—grabbing a hold of Builderman's hand gently, the talons of Telamon's yellow, and rough hands breezed against Builderman's hand, His wings flaring out a little, as the avian stood up.
"Telamon thinks it's not necessary now, maybe Buildsy can do it at Its place?" Telamon hummed. "...Come on, Buildsy... Telamon wants to show Its place to Builderman." Telamon purred, as the god calmly lead Builderman out of His office.
"Y'know, no one's ev'r called me somethin' sweet like..." Builderman trailed off, as Telamon opened His office door. "...like Buildsy, 'r...Builds. Maybe that's jus' yer thing, givin' out nicknames like it's no biggie." Builderman chuckled lightly, while Telamon let go of Builderman's hand, as they both started to exit Headquarters together.