hooray, a tfln meme that won't hit captcha!

[pantheraliam]

The TFLN meme, but like, chill.

Ask, and ye shall receive. I'm pretty sure we all know what to do here. Go mad, my friends.

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[groupiedrifter]

[You've never seen someone pick up a pair of chopsticks with more suspicion. Hermann is clearly trying to extend an olive branch here, but is it because he filed another complaint? Is Newt gonna be reprimanded by a tired paper-pusher at a desk? Is Hermann feeling guilty about it, and is trying to compensate?

Or maybe he's just trying to make amends for their squabble. But then, is this something he's gonna be able to hold over his head for future kitchen incidents?

... Oh, fuck it, he's thinking too much on it, and he's so hungry.

He starts going in on some eggrolls as if he's a feral dog dropping its guard to chomp up everything in a food bowl. He's three eggrolls deep and is currently poking at chow mein in a carton when he finally speaks more than just casual, dwindled small-talk—]

You know, it's not like I'm trying to piss you off all the time.

Sometimes I even make a concentrated effort not to. It just backfires half the time.

[bijective]

[Half? If he only knew the margin of—?!

No. No, Gottlieb. Not now. This isn’t the time or the place. Of course, there is some pent-up frustration locked up behind his lips. All-day long, he’s been feeling cross with almost about everything. The pain in his leg only supercharged his dour mood.

His mind was stricken with every account of offense Newton has committed within these walls. From getting Kaiju glands all over his chalkboard to playing those high-paced anime soundtracks. Form after form and not a lick of change to the status quo.

But…

Those feelings soon become pacified the moment he swallows a mouthful of broccoli and carrots. Alas, sanctuary.]

Like that time you decided our office needed to have low-lights and scented candles to, and I quote, “keep the vibes in check”?

[groupiedrifter]

[He gives Hermann a little scowl, because that totally is unfair to bring up that horrible fiasco. It may or may not ended with fire alarms getting set off and them getting drenched by the sprinkler system. Ooooh, yeah. That was an event.]

You'd been bitching all day that the lab smelled like innards.

[He's just playing with the chow mein at this point, pardon him.]

I was just trying to make it more palatable, or whatever.

You just don't respect that I have to get my hands a little dirty for the good of humanity, dude.

[bijective]

[That was a gross misrepresentation of Hermann’s grievance. Of course, the damn place smelled of foul innards. But the room needed to be above a ridiculously high temperature that made the entire place a sauna. Never had he felt so sticky, wet, and sweaty all in one go.]

Perhaps…I may have gone overboard in some instances. But I could also say the same for you.

[Gingerly, he cuts a piece of crab rangoon with his cutlery into four even bite sizes. Yet another guilty pleasure brought on by Newton.]

The way you brush off my practical theorems to be illusory. I hardly get anything done around this space and yet, you feel it necessary to take it all.

[groupiedrifter]

[He stops prodding at the food, glancing up at the other with a tiny frown.]

... Hermann, c'mon. I know I rib you a lot and we get into it, and — yeah, we fight.

But you know that I know you're one of the smartest people in this whole place.

[bijective]

[Hermann settles himself into the pause, settling his cutlery on the side of the plate.]

At no point was there any doubt of that, Newton. You and I have been in correspondence with our research for years. Some of your actions, however, speak otherwise.

...But I too should admit my faults. Perhaps I may have overreacted to a few mishaps that were not warranted. I let my emotions get the better of me and, for that, I apologize.

[groupiedrifter]

Hey, your actions don't always make me feel very bright, either. Mostly, you just make me sound like I'm some kinda nutjob.

[Hermann may have had a lifetime of people thinking he's a huge geek, but at least he's always been the 'sane' one. Newt's biggest hurdles in life were trying to convince other people he was a stable, functioning human being. Which... alright, throwing out someone's food isn't really endearing anyone to the idea of him being sane...

But he's not crazy. He's not.

He sighs through his nose, though, because Hermann apologized.

Which is almost as apocalyptic as the actual apocalypse.]

... I'm sorry, too. I was... a little emotional, too. And maybe I've just been cooped up too much lately. I don't know.