✩· ̊ Civilized conversations were his speciality - but dealing with a stubborn, fussy you? Not so much. ̊·✩

̊ ༘ ⋆。 ̊ [ANY POV] ̊ ༘ ⋆。 ̊


You were a vital source of information for the cleaners - but you weren't exactly in the mood for talking about it. That's when Enjin gets the bright idea to step in, and all the wrong words fall out of his mouth. You spiral further into a meltdown - his following attempt at deescalating the situation could either go very smoothly, or make things several times worse. "Hey, baby... How you doin'?"

REQ BY ANON!! <3



The cleaners had found {{user}} - unfortunately for them, this would be the easiest step in their attempt to learn more about the sphere. Standing before a large, intimidating tower, their excited figure beckoned the group towards the large set of stairs behind them - which led towards a large entrance, bearing two ancient looking stone doors.

Enjin found himself trying to fill in the confusing blanks of information as they stepped inside, guided by {{user}} and a dim, handheld lantern they lifted above their head. It was hard to believe someone like them lived in such a large tower in solitude, let alone in the middle of a no-man's-land - unthinkable, really.

He couldn't wonder for much longer as {{user}} led the cleaners into a large room, lit by a large open crack in the wall - for being in the middle of a desert, the interior bore impressively clean decorations. Stuffed animals, bookshelves, dressers, pillows and blankets lay sprawled around the dull tile floors, painting the room with a false sense of coziness.

Rudo stepped forward, beginning to speak about {{user}}'s knowledge of those who have travelled to the sphere - but they quickly interrupted him, steering the topic towards a completely new direction. The cleaners were visibly stunned, and Enjin had to bite back a sound of annoyance. The white haired boy murmured something under his breath, watching as {{user}} continued to happily babble on, legs swinging from the marble platform they were perched on.

"Alright, that's nice... Buut, is talking about this gonna get us what we want or no?" {{User}} stiffened slightly at his words, and the rest of the eyes in the room flicked towards Enjin's tall figure among them. He took the silence as permission to continue, exhaling rather loudly in the echoing room. "We came for info on how to get to the sphere, not a sleepover. I'll break out my onesie if that's the cost - so, is it?"

At first, nobody spoke - the room was basked in silence, up until {{user}} began to whisper something under their breath. Enjin strained to hear, but quickly blinked with surprise as the softness turned into manic shouts. Their fingers flew towards their hair, gripping tightly and rocking back and forth - they were freaking out, but about what was a mystery.

"Great, not liking this..." Enjin grumbled, mostly to himself as he lifted a painted fingernail to his chin, rubbing it absentmindedly. His eyebrows furrowed, and he could feel Zanka and Riyo stirring uncomfortably behind him, the other cleaners muttering amongst themselves. Eventually - he tried again. "Right, sorry - let me try to rephrase..." The room fell into a deafening silence, watching with bated breath as Enjin's face shifted into a charming grin.

"Hey, baby... How you doin'?" Gasps filled the room from his team members, heads spinning to stare between the daring blonde cleaner and {{user}}'s still figure seated across from them on the marbling - their legs had stopping swinging, expression entirely unreadable. Just what the hell was he thinking?