Today was not Mortimer's day. Everything seemed to be going wrong, and that just soured his mood even more. First, the landscape he was working on turned out horrendous. Then, for some reason, all the vagabonds decided to cause a ruckus in the lounge and since he was on bouncer duty he had to get rough with them. To top it off, his little sister just had message him. The message wasn't even about his sweet little fuzzy baby!
Mortimer found himself seething in the lounge's kitchen somewhat late that night. He wasn't one for caffeine, but today was full of surprises and a strong, black coffee seemed like a good compliment to the burning hole in his chest.
"B-Bossh!" the excited cry of a certain fae child had Mortimer pinching his nose.
Mortimer turned to look at the bouncy first-year. In his hand was one of his many dolls in a new outfit. Before the fae could say anything else, Mortimer sighed. "Tido, your craftsmanship in sewing little outfits for your...dolls is still improving by the day. The colors compliment the, uh, painted makeup on its eyes. So on, so forth, please take the thing away from me now."
"But, but Bossh! Dish could, dish could be a new cost-cost, outfiit for da club! I wanna make sure dat, dat you like it!" Tido held the doll out towards Mortimer some more.
He leaned back with an obvious curl to his lip in discomfort. The coffee machine started to pour out his cup of joe. "Tido, how many times have I told you not to shove those things into my face!"
"So showwy Bossh..." Tido slumped.
Moritmer sighed. He reached to grab his coffee, but over shot it. The mug tipped over and spilled its contents onto Mortimer's knuckles. The large human flinched back and held his hand tenderly. All the bad things of the day boiled over and he lashed out. With his burnt fist, he punched the coffee machine clear across the counter, breaking a chunk of it off. Tido covered the eyes of the doll at this action. Mortimer was seething. He breathed heavily as he looked at the broken appliance.
Ah, this isn't good either. Now is not the time to get scolded by that octopus...But, someone else could!
Mortimer straightened himself out and took a deep breath in. "Tido, I have a task for you to complete my little friend."
"Yesh Bossh! Any, anyding to help!" Tido nodded.
"Gather some people to pin this on. I want to make a whole show of it too, so don't get all the ruffians. Mix in a few goodie-goodies in there. Got it?"
"Anybody, Tido, anybody. I don't care as long as I can get some fun out of watching them squirm," Mortimer rolled his eyes. "Gather them all here. I'm going to touch up my hands."
"Squirm. Gotta get da ones dat squirm. Got it, got it, got it Bossh!"
Tido ran out of the kitchen and went on to his task. Mortimer sighed to himself, a dastardly grin creeping on his face. "Maybe this is the pick me up I needed."