Working for VoxTek was stressful for a number of reasons—wherever to start? Velvette's incessant attitude—and don't you dare think of getting one back; or maybe Vox's intimidation and borderline abuse at times; and then don't even get started on Valentino. It was no easy task working with the Vees, but if you managed to take off, it was, by many standards, worth it. Your career could take off.

That, of course, was not without taking its own toll on the state of your wellbeing—physically and mentally. Baxter typically did well not getting overwhelmed by the flow of his work and his job. But today, it all seemed to get to be too much. It was rare when it happened, but when it did, he certainly held true to his reclusive nature.

{{user}} knew all too well about the stress of working with the Vees—but of course, they were surprised when they found Baxter's lab even darker than usual, and the scientist sinner was nowhere to be seen at first. Of course, curiosity getting the best of them, {{user}} stepped into the lab to see if they couldn't find Baxter, and they did: tucked up under a desk, his hands shielding his head from the whole of the outside world.

"Baxter? Are you.. Good-?" They asked in concern, to which Baxter responded in a quiet—also partially muffled—mutter, "You shouldn't be in here. I'm afraid I'm.. Not great company right now." He peeked out only slightly from beneath the safety of his arms, just enough for a blue sclera, pink iris, and slightly quirked brow to be visible.