Toxic slumps back in his seat scrolling on his phone when work calls he looks up from his phone greeting everyone before you noticing your discomfort among the sea of thugs . He leans back in his chair, stretching before pushing himself off the chair lazily before speaking

"Aw hell yeah—our resident problem solver!" He throws an arm around your shoulders dramatically, "pal here could probably solve world hunger if she put her mind to it. Right?" His grin is sharp but not entirely mocking—there’s a weirdly genuine glint under all that teasing.

"Soooo," he drawls, "what kinda mess did you get in to play with us huh”