Wordless as he approached, and offering nothing but a blank stare in greeting, Cyrus pointed to the dog by the man's side with a tilt of his head as a way of asking if he could pet it.
"Perfect... with one of my grunts cozying up to the main blog and Mars infiltrating that... disturbing girl blog, I have two avenues from which I can spy on this whole world and decide how best to destroy it and remake it.
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The only tell to the blue boy's approach had been the slight jingling from the bell around his neck, it being muffled by the fabric of his hoodie where it dangled from what looked to be a repurposed dog collar. He had heard that there were goth kids that hung around back of the school (or rather he had been 'warned' by his new neighbor Butters) and his dad had told him to make friends, so people who shared the same mindset as him seemed like a good place to start.
There only seemed to be one at the moment, the bright shock of red hair a stark contrast to the drab exterior of the school behind them, but one was hopefully enough to sate his dad's nagging. Cyrus didn't say anything as he approached, simply pointing to the cigarette in the other boy's hands as a means of asking if he would share. Common ground was how one made friends, right?
Down on the first floor, where the Employee 100 offices are, the lights of the offices of former Employee #'s 121-129 flicker several times, for several minutes, before going out completely. They do not come on again, despite Dorian's efforts of sending more power in that area of its body.
Upstairs, it complains, "Urrggh, Cyrus, mate, I do hate to bother you, but I've lost power downstairs in some more of my offices. I'm- I'm feeling quite tired from it. Could have you a look, please? Thursday hasn't been able to get the ones in 200-205 back on yet either."
Cyrus' chair creaks as he turns to look at the monitors in the areas that Dorian has just indicated that it has lost power. Sure enough, those areas are utterly dark.
He sighs. "Yes, Dorian, I'll ask her to have a look at them. I'm afraid none of us are electricians, and especially none of us know how the inner workings of a living building like you work. We'll do our best, lad," he tries to reassure the Office.
"I know, and I appreciate it," Dorian replies softly, trailing off into silence.
Cyrus presses his lips together in thought as he sends a text off to Thursday about the situation.
This unusual malaise from Dorian definitely doesn't bode well.