[ Michael yanks open the door to the office, prepared to be irritated. He's already told the janitorial staff they don't need to make the rounds. The office is in a functional state of chaos. Messy by necessity. Move anything, and it'll get lost in the fray, wasting everyone's limited time and mental resources finding it again.
Bucky, holding his paper bag, catches him completely off-guard. Michael stares at him for a moment, his brain whirring like an overheated CPU, until he makes the connection to the conversation they'd had only an hour ago. His face reorganizes itself into something along the lines of friendly.
'Functionally' chaotic may be an overstatement of their current operating capacity. ]
Uh, hi. Come in. Watch the floor. There's... stuff on it.
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Bucky, holding his paper bag, catches him completely off-guard. Michael stares at him for a moment, his brain whirring like an overheated CPU, until he makes the connection to the conversation they'd had only an hour ago. His face reorganizes itself into something along the lines of friendly.
'Functionally' chaotic may be an overstatement of their current operating capacity. ]
Uh, hi. Come in. Watch the floor. There's... stuff on it.