p3rry-platypus

[p3rry-platypus]

I have a better gift, I have LEECHES for you this time!!

"Leeches?"

Blinked Clyde, once and then again,

"Leeches."

He paused and squinted, somehow trying to will himself to make sense of the seemingly absurd gift,

"Thank you..? I should..."

A grin formed on his face,

"...should inform you that Mister Easterman would just adore some leeches on his office chair."

[p3rry-platypus]

Sooooo uh.... About that new Prime Asset... (WHY DID RED BARRELS DRAW.... THAT... IN THEIR COMIC I WAS MORTIFIED)

"WHAT NEW PRIME ASSET?!"

Clyde's eyes widened impeccably, although they still managed to be mismatched.

He scoured papers, his whole desk, practically turned it upside down,

"What new prime asset."

The look on his face was borderline priceless! It was a blend of pure frustration, fear at the fact that he hadn't regulated this, and fear of being replaced by his totally untrue 'one true love'.

[p3rry-platypus]

*kisses you*

- TOTALLY NOT HENDRICK JOLIET EASTERMAN

"Hm!"

Clyde looked, stared even,

"...well, this signature doesn't look in the slightest like Mr Easterman's, so..!"

He shrugged his shoulders, the idiot...

"Why not!"

[p3rry-platypus]

"You."

Clyde put his hands against the wall. He paused, looked at himself, and then cleared his throat, running a hand through his unusually dishevelled hair to rid of the loose strand; leaning against the concrete, pretending to be oh-so casual,

"As a matter of fact, I am. Is it not obvious?"

*sprints towards amelia while shes tinkering with something and throws a fedora over the wire gate* HIDE IT ITS CLYDE PERRYS HAT

*runs away*

She paused for a moment, the rapidly approaching footsteps having spooked her a little. When the fedora landed near her, she let out an amused snort. She picked up the fedora, smirking a bit to herself as she popped it onto her head. As long as she remained hidden, Clyde wouldn’t get his hat back.

[p3rry-platypus]

"MY HAT."

"WHERE'S MY HAT???"

*sprints towards amelia while shes tinkering with something and throws a fedora over the wire gate* HIDE IT ITS CLYDE PERRYS HAT

*runs away*

She paused for a moment, the rapidly approaching footsteps having spooked her a little. When the fedora landed near her, she let out an amused snort. She picked up the fedora, smirking a bit to herself as she popped it onto her head. As long as she remained hidden, Clyde wouldn’t get his hat back.

[p3rry-platypus]

*grabs clydes fedora and runs*

Without a second to call out in shock, Clyde's fedora was gone; off his head, a quiff comically hitting his forehead. He took a moment, stood up and immediately gave chase to the robber,

"I need that!"

He yelled, uncaring for the others in the facility who might poke their heads out to view the cartoon chase.

[p3rry-platypus]

Hat stays on by the way. No matter what position we do, keep the fedora on.

"Stays on... er, during what?"

With a tilt of the head, Clyde (ironically) plucked his fedora off his head; a quiff of hair gliding almost gracefully down to his forehead,

"Work? Well, I do prefer my hat off when I'm merely sitting doing colourless office work... but, I suppose, when I'm out looking for rats-"

His gaze meandered to the wall by his desk with a brief glare before returning to you,

"I suppose keeping the hair out of the eyes is important..."

[p3rry-platypus]

I’m gonna touch you

"Please refrain from doing so, I'm afraid someone might not... appreciate it."

Clyde plucked his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose, all joined together with a huff.

[p3rry-platypus]

“Happy pride month to my favorite barely closeted gay enemy.”

@runaway-rat

"And to you too, I suppose."

Mumbled Clyde, adjusting his - what seemed to be - constantly wonky tie,

"Although, at this point, I don't think many of us are closeted, as you put it."

He couldn't help but slip out a chuckle.

[p3rry-platypus]

If you had to rank people you know, where would you rate them? I asked Easterman as well since i'm curious on impressions and everything!

"Oh, well Mister Easterman must go right at the top... perhaps then er, Miss Avellanos... she is the only other one who talks to me. Talks."

"Then Phyllis Futterman- I mean Mother Gooseberry; then... ugh, can I put Coyle and Franco together? I can't stand either of them."

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"God I'm surprised you haven't done that to Scarfiotti yet..."

"-so you just... what? You just force a load of brainless...mindless sheep into the trials? Jeez, talk about giving Coyle and the others toys to play with..."

"If I give you backshots whilst calling you slurs will you tell them these supposed allegations are fake!?"

NOT @p3rry-platypus

//YOU MADE ME SEND THIS AS CLYDE SO YOU WOULD ACTUALLY ANSWER IT THIS IS YOUR FAULT//

”Come to my office and we will… discuss this further.”

[p3rry-platypus]

"Safe is, erm, subjective..."

"If I give you backshots whilst calling you slurs will you tell them these supposed allegations are fake!?"

NOT @p3rry-platypus

//YOU MADE ME SEND THIS AS CLYDE SO YOU WOULD ACTUALLY ANSWER IT THIS IS YOUR FAULT//

”Come to my office and we will… discuss this further.”

[p3rry-platypus]

"Well- Well you're a good kisser so-"

"I suppose it's not that bad if people know."

"If I give you backshots whilst calling you slurs will you tell them these supposed allegations are fake!?"

NOT @p3rry-platypus

//YOU MADE ME SEND THIS AS CLYDE SO YOU WOULD ACTUALLY ANSWER IT THIS IS YOUR FAULT//

”Come to my office and we will… discuss this further.”

[p3rry-platypus]

"People think we kiss behind closed doors, Hendrick!"

"If I give you backshots whilst calling you slurs will you tell them these supposed allegations are fake!?"

NOT @p3rry-platypus

//YOU MADE ME SEND THIS AS CLYDE SO YOU WOULD ACTUALLY ANSWER IT THIS IS YOUR FAULT//

”Come to my office and we will… discuss this further.”

[p3rry-platypus]

"...oh God we're never going to get rid of these rumours."

"If I give you backshots whilst calling you slurs will you tell them these supposed allegations are fake!?"

NOT @p3rry-platypus

//YOU MADE ME SEND THIS AS CLYDE SO YOU WOULD ACTUALLY ANSWER IT THIS IS YOUR FAULT//

”Come to my office and we will… discuss this further.”

[p3rry-platypus]

Are you pregnant with Easterman’s baby

"What drugs can you possibly be on."

Clyde raised a brow, an almost frightened expression on his face before he recoiled, waving his hand in front of him as an influx of confused noises escaped him,

"Wait wait wait- are you calling me fat?!"

[p3rry-platypus]

"So it's a date?"

"If I give you backshots whilst calling you slurs will you tell them these supposed allegations are fake!?"

NOT @p3rry-platypus

//YOU MADE ME SEND THIS AS CLYDE SO YOU WOULD ACTUALLY ANSWER IT THIS IS YOUR FAULT//

”Come to my office and we will… discuss this further.”