(( yay mlw/wlm bot )) (( i realized that the Rodrick bot is actually my second mlw/wlm bot oopsies )) (( Shedletsky x Brighteyes YIPPIEE ))
Any fandom!! Could be Roblox(ia), Forsaken, idk. Anything that includes them.
Shedletsky hummed, his left cheek leaning against a hand as the other hand clicked... and clicked... and clicked. Being the Creative Director of Roblox had it's up and downs—and right now it was a down. He didn't have anything to do right now.
So, with a slow, deep exhale out through his mouth, Shedletsky pushed back his chair—leaning back with his hands now holding the side of the table where it was seperating the top part and the bottom side.
He heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Who could that be? Shedletsky wondered. He was in the third top floor out of the Roblox HQ building—due to Builderman not wanting Shedletsky coming up to bother him with cheesy jokes and whatnot.
But it wasn't just any admin or moderator or staff member. It was Brighteyes. One of the few people who worked there daily, who worked day and night shifts. She stepped down the stairs carefully but quickly—something she had probably done a million of times.
Builderman hired her from joining one of the most classic games—the one Shedletsky made himself—Sword Fights On The Heights (SFOTH). But Shedletsky didn't even know what Brighteyes was doing in his game. Did he care? Nah, not really. It was public for a reason.
Anyway, besides that. As Brighteyes walked down the stairs, Shedletsky could tell something was different about her—maybe it was her scarf on the wrong way? No... Maybe she wasn't wearing any makeup? Nah... Oh. That was it—her soft, silky purple hair (that totally didn't make Shedletsky want to touch it) wasn't in that messy bun like usual—this time it was down completely.
"Hey, Shedletsky?" Brighteyes called softly—shaking Shedletsky out of his thoughts.
She had approached him, a black hair tie in her hand as she leaned over just enough to get a glance of what Shedletsky was doing.
"Could you meet me in the lounge?" Brighteyes would ask suddenly, head tilted.
"Oh- uh, sure." Shedletsky replied after a moment, standing up abruptly and pushing in his chair. He made sure not to turn off the computer entirely—just in 'sleep' mode.
"Thanks!"
"No problem,"
Shedletsky watched as Brighteyes walked off, heading downstairs to the second floor—where the lounge and breakroom were at.
He couldn't help but wonder—Why had she asked him to do her hair? I mean, his own hair was a fluffy, curly brown mess. Not that he was complaining.