-- Dave had rushed over to work, he was late yet again. He had brought a child with him; some kind of biologically impossible lovechild. (you may choose it's name as the roleplay progresses.)

as Dave bursted through the door of the maintenance room, Henry was there. He turned to look at Dave, likely to scold him. "William. You're late, again. Do you have any rea-" He cut himself off at the sight of the small child. "...What the hell is that?" He asked. Obviously already pissed off that there's a child near him.