Droning, monotonous.
On and on.
Ms. Vanderwood's voice is a deep sea without waves, no currents to sweep through, livening the excitement that is learning the minuscule nuances of professional foreign language. Even though the maid is speaking Luciel's own words while the man himself is busy profiling personal patterns and creating images of officials in high detail, tweaking the jaw and lips and eyebrows and skin for common expressions and word formation... Ms. Vanderwood certainly isn't the red-haired hacker and cannot seem to add the flair that Seven is sure he threw in that research.
"L-O-L-O-L." Okay, scratch that. Maybe the maid is doing it, but it's just so boring! Who spells that out? Really.
Stifling a yawn, Seven saves and pauses his mouse-work, stretching out his aching fingers and stiff back before positively melting onto the small open space of desk in front of his keyboard.
"What are you doing?"
Ah, finally, some emotion from the stony-faced Vanderwood!
"Listening to the sounds of a very boring ocean," The redhead hums, scratching lazily at the side of his nose.
"Don't do that." Vanderwood glares at the disgusting fingernail scraping at filled, irritated pores. "Instead, why don't you actually do the work so we both can face another week without being hung from our toes and gutted like game." Finally pulling distracted earthy eyes from the nail and the layer of grime beneath it, they sigh.
"Your voice is so dull and creating pores in a digital image isn't much in the way of exciting, though~." Partly exhaling and blowing a raspberry with his pout, Luciel sinks deeper into his lay. "Entertain me~!"
"Sure."
Clickclickzzzzt! Clickclickzzzt!
In an instant, Seven is back up, stock still, a nervous laugh spilling from his lips.
I-is that an electric cattle prod?! Where the fuck did Ms. Vanderwood even have that thing? That's not very lady-like at all.
"I-I mean, the way you read makes me feel like I'm in the right atmosphere to learn!" He goes to give a self-encouraging fist pump, but aborts, coughing into it instead at scowl he receives, fully aware that the maid has taken a step toward him. "R-right... So, where was I?"
Hell?
Is Hell the right answer, you demon?!
Linguistics... Pores... Face shine... Shadows... Positioning... Ahh, back to the grind.
Get it done. Get it done so that he can actually be useful.
Get it all finished so that when V calls, he can respond in whatever way necessary.
Complete the work so that he has at least a week before another government puts a price tag on his head.