The prompt: Anon requested, "I would love to see what a day in the IT office would look like with Robbie and Purah's antics, featuring Impa!
Summary: Purah wants to perform a heist. Robbie loves rock n' food. Impa has more than two brain cells.
Another guitar riff shreds through the air. Each note bounces off the walls, blasting right back at the speakers. Two heads of soft white hair bob in time with the rhythm. An improvised drum accompanies the tune, though the makeshift pencil drumsticks don't add much, the clacking of the wood too soft in comparison to the blaring rock music. However, that doesn't stop the wannabe rockstar from jamming to his heart's content.
The other figure, the idle listener, pauses, head-bobbing coming to a halt. She taps her index finger on the desk once, twice, three times in rapid succession. Her other hand reaches up to pull the lollipop from her mouth as her maroon eyes peer over the monitor at her companion.
"Do you think," Purah starts. "We could pull off a heist?"
The drumming slows. Purah's gaze is met with a raised brow above a pair of dark sunglasses. She watches him contemplate, clicking his tongue once.
"Yeah, I think so," Robbie says. He leans back in his chair, resting his feet on the desk. "What're we thinking?"
"What if we broke into President Ganon's office?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"And we took, like, one of those stupid paintings he keeps in there."
"You're… you're being serious, aren't you?"
"Go big or go home, right?" Purah sticks her lollipop back in her mouth. She crosses her arms, resting her elbows on the desk in front of her.
"I mean, I guess." Robbie tilts his head to both sides, weighing the pros and cons of continuing this conversation, before saying, "Alright, seeing as how you've already started to entertain the idea, explain the process, boss."
Purah's eyes widen, a sparkle glittering for an instant. She removes the lollipop once more and launches into her answer. "Well, I figure no one would expect an amateur group of thieves to try and get into the President's office, right? And I realize that the Yiga House would be much easier."
"Right. They're all idiots."
"Exactly. But you know what else they are?"
Robbie shakes his head, not following.
"Ganon's favorite group on campus. Meaning if something were to happen to them or that house, Ganon would want to see to the situation himself. And that leaves his office free for breaking and entering. But listen to this. This is the best part: once we get one of those paintings, we plant it at the Yiga House."
"So, you also wanna frame the Yiga?"
"We certainly could. They mess with us often enough to warrant some payback."
Robbie nods slowly. "Sounds like you've put a lot of thought into this."
"Only an hour or so." Purah sticks the lollipop back in her mouth.
"Sounds about right. So, is this hypothetical or are we going to go through with it?"
"Go through with what?"
A new voice shouts over the still blaring rock music, a new song has been playing for about a minute or so. The door shuts behind another white-haired woman who holds two brown paper bags in one hand, the other goes to rest on her hip. Warm brown eyes look between Purah and Robbie.
"Imps!" Purah exclaims, her arms raised in the air above her head.
"Ooooooooh. Whatcha got there, Impa?"
"Some glazed vegetables, and—" She peers into one of the bags. "A rice bowl, I think."
"Aw, you didn't have to do that," Purah replies.
Impa scoffs, making her way over to her sister. She drops a bag on Robbie's desk as she does. She winces when she passes the speakers.
"Of course, I did. When was the last time you ate?"
Purah opens her mouth to speak, lollipop hanging there idly. She furrows her brow and snaps her mouth shut.
"That's what I thought." Impa turns to Robbie. "Can you turn that down?"
"Hm? Oh!"
Robbie whips his head towards the computer. A few clicks later, the rock music vanishes. A faint ringing seems to hang in the air of the IT space. A sheepish expression flickers across Robbie's face before he digs into the paper bag. Purah grabs the lollipop wrapper on her desk. Impa scrunches her nose as she watches her sister gently lay the candy on the wrapper, saving it for later.
"Are you not eating with us today, Impa?" Robbie asks, mouth already full of veggies.
"No, I'm meeting with Zelda for lunch. She's having trouble with some of her classes."
"But, Imps," Purah whines.
"I'll make it up to you later, alright? Now," Impa pauses, planting herself in a nearby chair. "What are you two going to go through with?"
"What do you mean?" Purah brings out two styrofoam containers, giving her sister a confused glance.
"Whatever it was you were talking about as I walked in?"
"Oh, snaps! We're going to break into President Ganon's office."
Impa blinks. "You… what?"
"Yeah. We're gonna take one of those ugly paintings that he hangs up in there and frame the Yiga House."
Impa leans forward, elbows on her knees, chin resting in her hands. She squints at Purah incredulously for a moment before looking over at Robbie.
"Why do you continue to enable her?"
Robbie pauses, mid-bite. He looks down at his food, back at Impa, and shrugs. "Why not? Keeps things interesting, don't ya think?"
Impa rolls her eyes. "It's a miracle you two manage to get anything done in here. What with your absurdly loud music," she gestures at Robbie. "And your... your... well, whatever obsession of the week suits your fancy. Wasn't last week about finding Bigfoot or something?"
"We're multitaskers. What can we say?" Robbie beams.
"Yeah. Sure." Impa returns her attention to her sister. "By the way, did you ever get around to fixing that problem?"
"What problem?"
"Link needs something with the internet fixed. I think he filled out a ticket. I mentioned something two days ago?"
Purah just meets Impa's gaze, eyes wide. A moment passes. Purah blinks and a sheepish smile spreads across her face. A dusting of rose covers her cheeks.
"Look," Impa sighs. "I don't know what's wrong with Link's internet. Unlike some people, I actually do my work."
"Hey! We get stuff done!" Robbie exclaims.
"Right."
"Yeah, yeah. Alright. I know. What ever would I do without you?" Purah laughs.
"Probably starve. Now will you please eat?" Impa stands up, walking over to Purah. She gives her sister a quick hug before heading back to the door, fist-bumping Robbie on the way. "And don't forget to help poor Link with his problem! Thanks, sis!"
"Anytime, Imps!"
The door closes. A moment passes. Purah locks eyes with Robbie, and she grins.
"So, next PowerPoint night…" she starts.
"I'm listening."
"Oh! And one more thing." The door bursts open again, and Impa leans on the frame. "I think someone left a stink bomb in the Yiga House bathroom. So if you needed a window of opportunity, now's as good a time as any. But you didn't hear that from me. Later, guys."
The door closes once again leaving Robbie and Purah staring after Impa. The two look at one another. Robbie's grin mirrors Purah's.
Just another typical day in the IT department.
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