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]

Nice.

They dig their little fuzzy hand into the bag, grab a few, and then shove the croutons up under their bandana. They crunch really loudly.

Hell yeah.

[carefulinspekshun]

"...Dey're real good, huh? I love a good crunchy lil' snack."

Hector clears his throat a little, before straightening his papers, grinning awkwardly once more. "Well, it's nice to know we ain't got any trouble between us! Yew're a real good newdle, ya know? And, well..."

He almost thinks better of it, but alas, old habits die hard.

"Are yew lookin' for work?" A beat, and a quick correction. "Real work this time! Good, honest jobs, helpin' around the whole town! Yew did so good last time, and I'm shore folks here already love ya. Yew're charming!"

[elvaquerito]

They pat his arm and shake their head. No, they've already got a job. From their breast pocket, they produce an employee badge for the Pumpkin Hollow Postal Service. "Kelaiah 'Pokey' Voxx - Courier," says the badge. But thank you for the offer, Hector!

In fact, they take a moment to look around the office, then flash another thumbs up. This is a nice place! Seems like he's doing well.

[carefulinspekshun]

"Oh! Mail carryin' again, are ya? Dat makes sense! Yew're real good at bringing' messages around," he remarks, lifting his brows with interest.

There's no hard feelings, aside from, perhaps, a bit of unfounded jealousy. He's got the self-awareness that it's irrational now, at least! It's a good first step.

"Well, yew gonna stop by n' visit my Boys now n' again? I got a decent few of 'em so far, and I bet they'll like ya!" Hector cracks a little grin their way. "I bet J's really gonna like yew, since he's got da whole ranch thing goin' on, and yew got yewr cowboy schtick, but I think yew'll get on wif' everybody. Oh! Have yew run into Capo yet, by da way? He's here, too!"

[elvaquerito]

Another thumbs up. Of course they're going to visit! They're here already, aren't they?

At the mention of Capo, they nod again, then--- WOAH hey! That's a ring! A really cute one, too! They point to it excitedly and drum the desk with their hands.

[carefulinspekshun]

It takes just a glance down to see what's got Godpoke all worked up, and Hector can't help the grin that rises to his face, equal parts pleased and amused with how excited about it they are.

"Oh, this? New dev-elephant in life 'round here!" He scrunches his nose with delight, and leans in, as if sharing a secret. "Would yew bee-leaf that, after I got all settlied in here, I went n' got myself engaged? Dunno when da wedding is, but yew'll be gettin' an invite once I know!"

[elvaquerito]

Pokey holds out their hands to take his, if he'll give it. Let them see that rock!!!

[carefulinspekshun]

Request read and granted! Hector offers his hand out gladly. "He really knows how to pick 'em, don't he? Real cute patterns, poifect colors n' everything. He won't admit that he's got great taste!"

[elvaquerito]

They spend a moment admiring, letting out an actual vocalization as they coo softly at how cute the little hearts are. Then Hector starts talking about a "he" and Pokey is reinvigorated, scrambling for their bag so hurriedly that they fumble at opening it a few times before they slap their notepad on the desk. They scribble in it with a pen, scratching MASSIVE excited letters.

CAPO????

[carefulinspekshun]

Hector can't help but bark a laugh out their hurry, tipping his head to the side to peek past their hand as they write. That grin doesn't wipe off his face when they finish, even as he perches his chin playfully against his hand, and his elbow against the table.

"Well, of cawse, who else?"

[elvaquerito]

Who else indeed, but still! Pokey puts pen to page again, scribbling some more.

YAY LOVE WINS

[carefulinspekshun]

A snort, and Hector falls into a warm peal of laughter, his tongue poking out from his teeth, the playfulness melting into sheer joy, unlike anything he'd ever managed to wear in any of his time as Inspekta, both in the time Godpoke knew him and well before.

"Shore does! Only took, what, over thirty years? Better late den never!" He jokes, tipping his head to the side playfully. "What, were yew rootin' for us, yew silly lil' thing?"

[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."