The small boy gazed up at the man as he worked. He was upset But at first afraid to speak. "H-hello!" He finally announced, letting the man know he was there. The man Looked down over his desk as he typed, surprised to be visited by a teen. He looked to be about 12 and had black hair down to his butt, he had dark eyes that gleamed in the light and he was covered in dirt, it was all over his face. "Do I... know you?" He asked, already positive he didn't. "n-no! … um... seems... I'm lost!" The small kid stammered, poking his fingers together and speaking in a slightly high voice. "Looking for your mother?" The man at the desk asked, leaning forward and tapping his fingers on the wood. The boy Pouted, "I don't have a mother! I don't need one!" He growled, glaring up at the employee. "I see, sorry to hear that. But where do you plan to go?" The man replied, scooting his chair out and leaning down to look closer at the kid.
The boy Sighed and plops down on the floor "I don't know! I was in the lab just minutes ago...But I went through the door that said 'no trespassing' out of curiosity. Now I'm here!" He whined, scraping his nails on the carpet and avoiding the man's gaze. "When there is a sign saying not to pass, you don't pass. Little kids shouldn't be in a place like this. They should be with their parents." The man replied, brushing some hair from the kid's face. "I don't have parents! Idiot! What's so hard to understand about that?!" The small boy yelled, looking away with crossed arms and a deep scowl.
"Well, whether or not you have parents isn't my problem. Correct?" the man asked, closing his eyes and leaning his head on his hands to prop himself up. "Just tell me where you came from and I will return you there." He sighed and stood up, pushing his chair close to his desk and saving the document he was as working on. "I don't know where I came from!" the boy cried out, rocking on the carpet and clenching his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Th-the door. The one that brought me here... it's gone now!" He whimpered, wiping his nose on his shirt sleeve. "There are other ways...just tell me where you came from so I can return you before we are caught and I get fired," the man said, lifting the boy up. "Nhm! The door was around the big place people eat at! But it's gone now! Nowhere to be found!" He exclaims then added, "and I don't care if you're fired." He smirked at the man, acting rudely even though he was much smaller and in need of the man's help.
"Oi! Kid, do you want me to leave you here?!" The man raged, setting the kid down on his desk and looking extremely irritated as he rubs his temples to rid himself of a headache. "I do care!" He growled, the vein in his forehead showing up. "Y-you care...a-about me..?" The kid stammered, a blush starting to creep in on his cheeks. "Not about you! About my job!" The taller man hisses, sitting down in his chair and once again typing on his computer. "E-eh?! Th-that was mean!" The kid exclaimed, pouting and turning his head to glare at the wall. "I can go...go on my own, without you." He whined, pouting. "Shortstack. How old are you any ways? 7? You're so damn short!" Shouted the kid, sticking out his tongue and crossing his arms.