scribblesandstrations asked: For the emotional prompts, a certain one caught my eye! "Control your anger or you'll have me to worry about." How about Henrik and whichever other Ego is starting to get on his nerves? :0 He sounds like the type to say that, I think.
Warnings: Arguing
Characters: Dr. Schneeplestein, Marvin the Magnificent
Main Verse
On, and on, and on, like a jackhammer at his skull, Marvin ranted.
Henrik had lost track of how long he'd gone on for. He'd tried massaging away the ache. He'd tried hinting ever-so gently that he didn't have the time to listen right then.
He'd lost track of what the magician was even upset over. One moment he was growling Anti's name, the next he was pulling at his hair as he complained about some prank Chase had pulled for the umpteenth time.
"And then—!"
The words trailed off in Henrik's mind. He was too busy grimacing at the pounding of his head, the ache of his back, too much work for him to even keep track of anymore, to keep up with what Marvin was saying.
Pushing himself away from his desk, he wheeled toward the cabinets. If he could just get rid of this headache.
Something had been the final straw for Marvin, and he suspected it had been something small that sent him on his rant.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Henrik felt his eye twitch.
Maybe it was the tone of voice. The way he said it.
Maybe it was the way he was just standing there, right in front of Henrik's desk, tapping his cane with…was it impatience? Annoyance? No. Anger. Marvin was pissed. With the glitch, with Chase, hell he'd even mentioned that he and Central had been arguing that morning, hadn't he? He was angry, and he wanted it known, he wanted someone he could rant to.
Unfortunately, he'd picked that someone as the one person in an equally as sour mood.
Whatever it was, Marvin had become Henrik's final straw.
The doctor spun around so fast he could feel it in his aching head and one of his wheels slipped over the tiles to slam into the cabinets behind him. His knuckles were left white with how tightly he gripped the wheels.
"Control your anger or you'll have me to worry about!" Henrik barked.
Marvin startled at the tone, falling quiet; his cane slipped from his hands but he made no move to grab for it.
In the silence to fall over the room, the cane hitting the tiles seemed so loud, echoing, as both men remained rigid.
Then, Marvin's jaw locked. "Ugh! You're being so…so insensitive!" he growled. "I—"
"Me?!" Henrik actually laughed at that. It was a harsh sound that carried no humor—more of a bark than anything. "I have been hinting for the last half hour I cannot deal with this right now!"
Marvin threw up his hands. "Maybe instead of hinting, use your words? I can't exactly see your expressions, which kinda makes it a little hard to tell sometimes!" His eyes narrowed then. "You're not even supposed to be working, but that's exactly what you're doing, isn't it? You're supposed to be taking time off!"
Henrik waved him off and turned back toward the cabinets. Behind him, he could hear Marvin snatch up his cane, then the clicking of his boots as he stormed out of the lab.
