Bizzyboys H.Q.

[carefulinspekshun]

The Bizzyboy's headquarters is, in truth, just Hector's house, but it's more than the apartment he'd run it out of before.

The main room of the home has been pulled apart from what was once a living room to a "base of operations," with a couple desks, a few filing cabinets, and a phone. Cabinets stand tall, filled with cluttered supplies, and most of the desks are presently empty, save for two: a particularly orderly one, and another covered in notes, doodles, and garbage. Dividing screens separate what appear to be the more resided in parts of the home, and they appear, at a glance, to be cluttered with the furniture that was moved out of the "main office."

Upon entering, a door chimes, from where a little bell was jury-rigged just above the edge. It doesn't take long for the leader of the Bizzyboys (or his first in command) to make an appearance from somewhere inside!

(Open to visits, calls, or any other manners of run-in!)

Comments

[elvaquerito]

Aww. That's actually super sweet. Godpoke is kind of softened by the fact that they could make him smile like that.

They nod at the question, and keep writing.

yeah of course i was he loves u lots. he came back for you at the end. it was so sweet. he called u cherie pie

[carefulinspekshun]

"I'm real lucky that he came back for me, even if it ended for all o' us, like... well. Yew know." A beat, and he glances over those last few words again. Hector looks baffled, perplexed, and undeniably charmed by the idea. "Wh--- wait, he did? When did he call me dat?"

Cripes, was Capo doing that while he was fighting with them to stall for time? How long had he been calling him that? (Gods, that's so cute. He's going to have to kiss him silly the next time he sees him, that's for sure.)

[elvaquerito]

when he was talkin to the inspektabot outside buzzhuzz. very gay

Hector's not wrong, it was an adorable nickname.

[carefulinspekshun]

"Talkin' to my old ma-sheens? Oh, I'm gonna have to ask him about all dat."

Picking on him, scheduled. Sorry, Capo, that's just how your evening's going to go now.

"Maybe the three o' us could have dinny together sometime soon! He's a real good cook, ya know. And I been learnin' a liddle but, mys'elf! It'll be nice tew catchy-up wifout all da mess tangled into it, right?"

(Well, mess that he's making everyone else's problem, at least. He's still picking out the pieces of that on his own. It's a process.)

[elvaquerito]

Godpoke nods, bouncing a little, pleased with the idea, then writes once more.

proud of u

[carefulinspekshun]

Oh. That catches Hector off guard, in a way that leaves him skimming the words a second time. In his better years, it wasn't as though he had a shortage of appreciation given his way, kind words, enthusiasm, praise of so many different varieties one could think of...

But when was the last time someone had told him they were proud of him?

Holding that close to his heart, his smile softens considerably, and it's a battle not to get emotional. Keep it together, c'mon, you're pushing 60, don't go getting weepy because somebody said something nice. (The battle is going rapidly further downhill with every passing moment.) "Thanks, Pokey. Yew're a real good egg, yew know that?"

[elvaquerito]

With a tentative opening of their arms, Godpoke offers Hector a hug.

He seems like maybe he needs one.

[carefulinspekshun]

There's a moment of hesitation and uncertainty--- after all, he hasn't exactly allowed himself much closeness with anyone outside of Capochin in well over a decade, now--- but with some tentativeness that matches Godpoke's own, he meets that hug.

"Awright, ya sent-ee-mental thing, yew can have a hug," he jokes, taking the edge of his own sheepishness off with playfulness. "I'm glad ya stopped by, Pokey."