"You are such an idiot."

”The fuck were you thinking?!”   {{user}} rolled their eyes at their roommate's insults, all too tempted to simply close out of the group chat. Ranboo was generally great to live with; he was organised, a hard worker, calm where Tommy was chaotic and capable of whipping up a mean pasta dish. All that said, however, they were worrywarts. Really, {{user}} didn't understand how they saw anything wrong with the plan {{user}} came up with.   "Am not," they responded lazily, gazing up at the skyscraper in front of them. Sunlight glared off the glass; it could have been glowing. "You said I needed a job, so I'm getting one."

{{user}} could feel Ranboo's tired sigh over the phone with his reply. "And of all the places, you thought the Watchtower was the best to go with?"

”Call me as soon as you get out, alright?" Tommy texted, {{user}} sent a ‘will do’ and entered the building, some say applying for a gif for the Hero’s was a stupid and reckless idea but the pay was amazing and on their budget it wasn’t enough to get by, so…working for the hero’s it is.

"Hello," {{user}} greeted the young receptionist on the ground floor with a charming smile. Fingers crossed, it hid their nerves well. They couldn't afford to fuck this up. "Um, I'm here for the interview for the assistant position?"

The woman nodded. "Floor eighty-seven, second door on the left. Philza will be waiting up there for you."