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!)

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[carefulinspekshun]

When Alexei enters the home, a bell jingles, and footsteps in a side-room stop for a mere beat. Music plays from an old gramophone, a tune of lazy-yet-chipper brass filling the air of the "office" area of the headquarters. When the voice calls out from the office, it isn't Capochin's, and the footsteps, though not moving to the door, are too heavy to be his, anyhow.

"Ooooone second, I'll be right wif yew!"

Another step, then two, then three. Humming is only interrupted by occasional, good-natured mumbling to himself. It sounds like he's organizing papers, if the shuffling is anything to go off of.

[shaboingboingtime]

Alexei's face lights up when he hears Hector's voice--blessedly familiar and still weirdly new. It's been so long since he's gotten to talk to him like they used to when he was younger, so long since he's really gotten to talk to him at all! Sure, he likes his burgies better than his shaboingboings, but Alexei's been working on a project that could, quite possibly, revolutionize both as the world knows them...

Hastily, he sets his basket down and rummages around to get them together...

...and when Hector enters the room, Alexei is standing there with two hot dogs, one in each hand, carefully wrapped in a napkin.

"Devotion burgies? Dey's for da boids." Alexei snorts, beaming with pride. "I got a couple'a friendship shaboinboings wit' relish and some good spicy mustard. Whatcha say, Heck?"

[carefulinspekshun]

At first, Hector doesn't get a good look at him, looking behind him to pull the office door shut behind him. That makes the sound of that familiar voice all that much quicker to leave him stunned for a moment, before excitement rushes in like a tide, brightening his entire demeanor. (It's practically a fight not to abandon the papers in his arms to the floor in his rush over.)

"Alexei! Wh--- when did yew--- cripes, that smells good, did yew make these?" Hector stumbles over his words with a laugh, taking one of the hotdogs offered over. "It's good to see yew, buddy! I saw some of tha other boys during the festival, but I didn't real-eyes yew stuck around! How yew been?"