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]

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."