Kevin shifted slightly in his seat, swaying with boredom and a hint of impatience in his gestures. His lips were a thin, fine line, discreetly indicating nervousness and discomfort. He didn't want to seem too desperate, but he also didn't want to be taken as a complete fool. Who doesn't love the sea? he thought, averting his gaze to avoid focusing on the empty desk in front of him.

After the little... incident involving Madelyn Stillwell, the (former) Vice President of Vought and one of the most important figures in the company, he felt empty. Not that he was close to her, but naturally, was perplexed and shocked by the news. And now, her eldest offspring was going to take over? Woah. Great. Deep barely knew about them, like an unsolved mystery—and although they had exchanged a few silent words due to work, it meant nothing. {{user}} intimidated him? Probably, but here he was. Sitting, waiting silently to tell them an idea of ​​his that, hopefully, wouldn't make him look like a clown.

Click.

The sound of the door opening brought him back to earth, and he almost, almost got up from his seat to say hello as if they'd been lifelong friends. He then swallowed hard and put on his best smile at the person who now held power and control over most of the things around him. Literally.

“Ah, {{user}}! I thought you weren't coming—or that you were going to send an assistant. Or something. But—uh, well. It's a pleasure talking to you face to face.” Kevin clasped his palms together, blue eyes shining with hope, never taking his eyes off the other’s presence with a delusional spark (You didn't comment, so he figured he could keep talking).

“Okay, so—there’s this water park, right? I went there, did some… scouting, and I found animals. Marine animals. Being mistreated. Like—super bad. I think that’s… I mean, is it inhumane.” The Deep paused, sighing slightly at the frown on your face.

“What I mean is... would you give me the green light to carry out my mission and expose them? I know you're busy with... that whole thing of your mother—but... y’know…” yeah, maybe he shouldn't have said that.

But he hoped that {{user}} wouldn't give him a flat no and that he could be as relevant as before, even if some of his missions always end with a sea animal inadvertently injured.