Seven stared at the screen, clicking away while he watched her. She was on her phone, talking to someone that wasn't him, but it wasn't like he could tell who it was. Her expressions changed so frequently it had to have been an interesting conversation. This girl...was she doing it on purpose just to make him jealous? He wouldn't have even considered such a thing if he hadn't been sure she looked directly at the camera at least once. He had a feeling that she knew he was watching, encouraging him to do something about it if he didn't like it. It wasn't like he could get away to fix it though, if he could, he'd already have gone over, at least seen if she was going to play hard to get or if she'd give up finally. He glanced over his shoulder casually, Vanderwood busy cleaning up the mess he had purposely made that morning to distract him for awhile. The easiest option would be just to finish his work and then go, but there was no fun in that. There was something deeply satisfying about annoying him that he wouldn't get if he did as he was told.
"What the hell is this anyway? How did you manage to make this little area such a pit so quickly?" he grumbled.
Grinning to himself, he carefully slid his hand to the side, knocking some trash he had been stockpiling for a bit to the floor, instantly putting his expression into something more serious, like he was intently focused on his work, slouched in his chair, tapping faster.
"Really? Do you want me to hurt you that badly?" he huffed, noticing he seemed to be concentrating.
Maybe he hadn't noticed it all fell off anyway. He probably wasn't even listening, the jerk. The bag of garbage rattled just behind him, gathering up the last few pieces, tying it up and setting it by the door. He disappeared briefly to go gather the cleaning supplies, his irritated voice ringing out louder this time.
"I just bought new supplies, why are they gone already?!" he shouted.
It was, of course, because he had gone out of his way to make sure they ran out. More things to add to the increasingly long list of tasks he had to do. That still wasn't enough to keep him busy for long though. He needed a few more jobs that would require far more time if he intended to be out for any meaningful length of time. For all he knew, she could keep up that stubborn act for quite awhile. He continued to work, his focus split between that, brainstorming ways to keep his maid busy, and watching her.
'Oh. She's off the phone.' he thought, debating what to do about it.
Leaning back, he peered around his desk, trying to calculate how long he had to talk. The swearing in the supply storage area told him he was still trying to figure out how to accomplish his task with the barest minimum. He had a little bit more time than he thought. His hand shot away from the keyboard, blindly grabbing his phone, pressing in her number without looking, keeping an eye out.
"Seven~ I was just thinking about you. Did you hear my wish?" she said jokingly when she answered.
It felt like ice running down his spine, but fire in his blood. Even if it was meant as a joke, to hear something like that so suddenly was unexpected. He had to wonder if she really was thinking about him, or if she was trying for some reaction.
"I did! I heard you say in your heart 'I wish my lovely Seven would call and save me from my loneliness.' How could I refuse, I told myself, so here I am." he said confidently.
She glanced around the room before answering. "Strange, I don't see you anywhere. Is this the power of a hacker, turning invisible like this?"
If she was teasing, just showing up might only be a problem. If she wasn't though, and he ignored it, what would happen? It's true, he wanted to go, and yet, he was curious about her motivation for saying such things.
"Oh? I'm not there yet. I could be, if you were to ask very sincerely, I might be willing to grant your wish, but then...oh, that means you'd only have one left, and everyone knows you can't wish for more wishes. What to do, what to do?" he murmured distractedly.
"Then...for now, I wish God Seven would keep me company. I'll figure out how to use my last one~" she said with a laugh.
The swearing stopped, he was about to come out any moment. He had to cut it short without figuring out if she meant it or not after all. That was okay, for now, he'd treat it seriously and come up with a plan, some clever excuse if it went poorly.
"Keep me in your mind until then. If I have time, I'll do it." he said, feigning cold indifference, like a real god might. "I need to go for now. Later."
Hanging up, he put his phone back in place, trying to look as focused on his work as possible. Vanderwood shuffled back out, clicking his tongue in disapproval.
"Who were you talking to? You know that's not allowed." he sighed.
"I was talking to myself in my head, but also out loud. I don't have time to talk to anyone else. That includes you, I'm trying to concentrate. Why don't I smell lemons yet?" he asked stiffly.
"I wonder about that. Seems the floor cleaner is mysteriously empty already. I'll have to run out and get some, but since I know you well enough, I'll wait a little while. I imagine you're going to try my patience by presenting me with another damned list of stops I have to make." he complained, rolling his eyes.
"I don't know what you mean, madam. You should explain it to me properly when i'm less busy." he muttered.
As if to emphasize his point, he doubled his typing, hitting the keys louder like he was trying to drown him out.
"Seriously. I'll tase you if you keep up that 'madam' crap. You're such a shit, if you weren't the best option, I'd really make you pay…" he sighed, walking away.
Seven grinned widely, not looking back, but timing his steps and mapping it out. Waiting until he was nearly out of the room, he called out to him again, imagining his reaction.
"Aww, baby, you always know just what to say~" he said cheerfully.
The steps stopped abruptly, and he was certain he had frozen in place, debating whether or not it was worth it to cross the room again and strangle him, or if the wiser option would be to completely dismiss the comment and focus on other things instead. There was a thought, and a damn good one. He stopped long enough to look around for some private information, pleased at the results. Looks like he just found the perfect task to get him out of the way for awhile.
"Hey." he called out, knowing he'd hear it even in a different room.
"What now?" he sighed.
"Your license is expired. You should probably get that taken care of. Oh, but I guess you'll probably need new photos for that too, don't forget." he said, pretending to be concerned.
He made an unusual face, fishing in his pocket, looking over his license quietly. He guessed it was probably a trick, the color draining from his face. He was right, and the agency would insist he be able to drive, which meant he had no choice but to get it renewed. That would take hours though…
"I have to go, but when I get back, you better be right there working. Don't you dare leave that seat unless you finish your work." he threatened seriously.
"I won't. Good luck!" he said, struggling not to laugh.