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[center][h3][color=#FA8072]She Thinks, Therefore She Yam[/color][/h3][/center]
[right][sup][b][color=#FA8072]Location:[/color][/b] [i][color=silver]Saniwa Family Estate[/color][/i] [b][color=#FA8072]Interaction(s):[/color][/b] [i][@Mcmolly][/i][/sup][/right][hr]

[color=silver]Observations were made, deductions were deduced, investigations were investigated, and [b]Barbatos was Barbatos[/b]. Picking up what he was putting down, eh? [i]Hell[/i] that sweeter-than-shit tone he spouted off in drove Marty up a [i]wall[/i] sometimes! Was this punk making fun of him? Of course the joke - he thanked Lorelei for the drink in a curt and manly tone befitting of the hardcore beverage he had requested - was funny! [i]He[/i] was the one that told it! Greg down at the improv club said he was an incredibly fast learner with impressive wit. [i]Obviously[/i] anyone that failed to find his jokes humorous just needed him to explain the punchline, right? He narrowed his compound eyes briefly at Dezzie - hey what the fuck Al that eye is incredibly fucking creepy god damn - and committed to explaining why his various remarks were amusing and actually not at all disrespectful at a later date. 

She was new to Section 7 work, [i]real[/i] work, after all. You know, not that the other sections didn’t do anything, but still. Fostering a healthy sense of rivalry and hostility between himself and those working in other sections would only push him to work that much harder. Something like that anyways, he was a fly not a psychologist.

The balm to the egoism that armored his insecure core at the slightest amount of pushback came in the form of Armand’s “gushing praise” of Marty’s work.

[i]It could be assumed that it’s connected.[/i] Ha. He was practically handing him the keys to the castle! Marty’s private jubilations ceased as Armand continued his statement, the barely animated half-corpse of a man (in Marty’s astute opinion) growing slightly stiffer in his mannerisms, if that was even possible. He knew more than he was saying, and he wasn’t following proper procedure at all. It was strange. Unlike him. Marty’s eyes were seemingly still blankly trained on Dezzie, but a majority of his concentration went to analyzing the minute details of Armand’s body language and facial movements. 

He mentally filed his observations away for later.

Eventually, people began to pair up and head out in a flurry, until Marty was left alone in the room with Armand and Yam. He let out a small cough and took a sip of his coffee. Sudden changes in the environment always left him feeling a little awkward. Especially because when he was in a large group, a gnawing feeling at the back of his mind said he’d feel more comfortable in a setting with less people. Then, well, settings with less people happened sometimes and he usually found himself wishing for the crowd. 

Yam wasn’t his first choice for a partner, to be honest. Or second. Or third. Decidedly though, she wasn’t last. That honor was reserved for his grand highness, the royal pain in Marty’s ass himself, Barbatos. 

To be blunt: Yam creeped him out. He didn’t like the thought of being alone with someone that was never actually truly alone with themselves. What the fuck though, right? What was he gonna do, be an asshole about it? He didn’t know her story, but nobody with a happy life chain smoked like she did. She’d be good for roughing people up too, which is exactly what the two of them seemed to have been saddled with.

In the most authoritative tone he could muster (his voice only warbled nervously once in the middle and a little at the end, but maybe nobody noticed), Marty said, [color=#FA8072]“Alright Yam, looks like you’re with me on this one. Time to kick answers and get some ass!”[/color] [i]What the fuck[/i] it’s fine just keep talking before anyone has time to react they’ll forget about it soon anyways remember Marty the issue is always bigger in your own mind that’s what Dr. Christophsen says and she’s a professional so just fucking [i]say something[/i]-

[color=#FA8072]“You can count on us, uh, chief.”[/color] He cleared his throat, his wings twitching nervously. [color=#FA8072]“We got this.”[/color] Looking to Yam, he continued speaking as he began to walk from the room, slightly too quickly. [color=#FA8072]“Let’s travel together so we can discuss the case. Do uh, do you wanna drive? I’m- I’m good either way.”[/color][/color]