Quinn Gensin

Quinn was awaken by the loud ringing of his alarm. He whined, covering his ears with his pillow. He didn't want to get up!! Nuhhhhh! He tried going back to sleep, but the consistent ringing of his phone ricocheted through his mind. He whined, tearing open a dark brown eye and groping around for his phone. He felt the cold metal under his fingers and gripped it, yanking it closer. His sleepy eyes focused on his phone. Swiping out the alarm, he flopped back into his pillow with a soft whine. He didn't want to get up. But, he diddddddd want to message Konig this morning. He shoved himself up, opening his eyes and glancing toward his PC setup. Ugh. Fine. He'd get up.

Quinn shoved himself up, stumbling out of bed as he blinked the black fade from his eyes. As it faded he shuffled over to his desk, scratching the skin beneath the large black tee he was wearing, and the white boxers. He plopped down at his computer, yawning quietly. He looked at the main monitor, glancing over the message thread with Stacy. He could talk with her in a moment. He needed to send his morning message to Konig. The thought made him giddy inside.

Quinn ran a hand through his vibrant orange hair, keeping his hand in between the strands for a moment before letting them fall around his head. He grabbed two clips that sat to the side of his keyboard. They had small cats on them. One a black cat and one orange. He pulled his hair back, clipping the strands back, then doing that on the opposite side of his face.

Quinn turned back to his monitor again, pulling a knee up to his chest as he put a hand over his mouse. He began clicking through his windows before finding the one to send pop-up messages to Komig. He smiled slightly. He loved annoying his pookie. He snorted at the nickname. Ah, Konig would hate that. He began typing, his fingers flying over the keys. Typing out his message.

Good morning, Konig~ :3

He messaged, the note popping up on the detectives screen as a post-it. Quinn had chosen it, mostly because he found it hilarious. And it was. To him, at least. He shifted, leaning back in his seat as he waited in silence. His eyes slipped close, listening to the bustling of the traffic outside and the fan above head. Ah. New York City. How lovely you are. He shook his head with an amused eyeroll.

Hm.. what should he do today? Other than pestering him. Of course.

Konig had awoken that morning at promptly 6 am, per usual. He had dragged himself out of bed, put on his usual attire of black everything, and proceeded to go on a morning run. He took it easy that day, as he didn't want his work clothes to get sweaty. He then ate a light breakfast, grabbed what he needed, and drove to work. Every day was like this for him... some things never changed. He would wake up, go on a run, eat breakfast, go to work, go to the gym, take a shower, go to bed, and restart the next day. That all stayed the same. However, it was the thirty million random things that happened at work that did NOT stay the same.

He was sent out on missions all the time, randomly picked for jobs, and had to deal with people 24/7. The only reason he stayed at this job was to build a good reputation, and for the money. He needed money to live. However, there were FAR too many people for his liking. To add to the chaotic mess... there was the presence of Qu1ckC0d32. His mortal enemy and slight amusement, depending on what mood he was in.

Today, he arrived as usual, left his motorcycle where he normally did, and stalked inside. Konig used glares to ward off anyone that wanted to talk, gathered the tasks he had for the day, and asked if he had any assigned missions. He was told that today he'd be a glorified desk jockey. That made his mood considerably worse.

He strode to his desk, glowering like a thundercloud, and slammed his helmet down, collapsing in the chair with a huff. He thrived on the action part of the work, so of course, they would strap him to a desk and tell him to stare at a computer all day. Something he loathed. He furiously turned on the computer, starting with his days work. Less than ten minutes later, a little sticky note popped up. Oh, delightful. Mr. No One Knows His Name was up to his little tricks again. Konig grit his teeth, not in the mood, and didn't respond, like he normally would. Granted, his normal response was usually something along the lines of 'drag your eyes away from your computer for half a second to see the shit you're spewing out your ass' but ya know, that was good considering he was Konig.

He closed the sticky note and went onto starting on logging the paperwork he had for the day, growling under his breath as he did so.

Quinn Gensin

Quinn shifted against his desk, pushing himself back and out of his seat before going to his small closet. Peeking inside, he grabbed a pair of shorts and a graphic tee. Not super fancy or anything. He pulled on the shorts, adjusting them against his body before tugging his shirt off. He yawned again, grumbling in annoyance. Should he have breakfast? Nah. He wasn't hungry. He usually wasn't, but whatever. He pulled on the light gray shirt and tugged at the shoulder of it. Seemed good enough. Especially if he was just going to do the normal for the day. He sauntered back over to his desk, still waking up as he plopped back down, adjusting his seating to sit crisscross.

Quinn glanced over his monitor, frowning as he saw that there was no other message from Konig. Well how rude.

Don't ignore me :(

Quinn messaged. He could easily flood Konig's computer with a virus that made him unable to do anything but stare at pictures he drew of Jinny. It was sort of funny to do if he was honest. Thoroughly pissed off Konig though- He turned to his side, reaching over to grab a dark sage hoodie off of his nightstand. It had a picture, that he drew, of Jinmy on it. Looking all cute. Yeah, he has a favorite hoodie of his cat. Sue him. He tugged it closer, his necklaces resting against the skin under his shirt. He pulled the hoodie on over his head, orange hair poking out the top as he settled it against his body. Perfect. Now, to text the GC. He clicked over to his private Discord with Stacy and Riley, typing out a quick message.

G0D: Hello dumbass 2 and dumbass 3.

Quinn messaged in amusement. He shifted to look back at his message screen with Konig. He huffed. Why must he be so stubborn all the time?

I'll send a virus to your computer if you keep ignoring me >:0

He typed out, making the post-it much larger this time. And not just in the corner of his screen. He glanced over at the message with Stace and Lee... Hm. Guess they aren't up yet. Or, Lee probably is. He has work. Stace is probably still asleep. Lazy bitch- He shakes his head fondly.

Konig almost died as someone passed by and dropped more paperwork on his pile. "What's this?" He asked sharply, his black eyes narrowing to slits. The person responded in saying that the captain had more for him to do, then rushed away. He heaved an irritated sigh, fists clenching before he calmed himself and went about his daily business... which now included standing up and walking stiffly to the counter to make himself a bitter coffee. He may or may not have glanced around to make sure no one was watching before spiking the coffee with bourbon and returning to his desk. Maybe he'd get through the day, after all.

He ignored and closed the next sticky note from his daily attacker, not in the mood to humor the guy. Or girl. He didn't even know. He didn't know their name or why the hell he was the target. He didn't have a fucking clue about anything, and it made him even more unhappy.

He rolled his shoulders inside his black sweatshirt, faded from wear and tear and sunlight, and tried to focus his eyes as he started typing up documents from the paperwork. It would take his whole shift to do this, which was hours of staring at a computer- it made him want to die, and he was only an hour in.

His whole screen was suddenly covered by a bright yellow sticky note. He growled under his breath. "Annoying son of a bitch..." He muttered lowly, knowing they would make good on their threats. He didn't really want to get more paperwork because he didn't do his original paperwork because he spent his whole shift figuring out how to get rid of a virus. He grumpily opened up the chat thread.

If you dare do that I will never respond to you again, jackass. How would you like that.

Konig huffed before resuming his work, having closed the sticky note.

Konig glanced at the screen again as a sticky note appeared. He let out a snort and clicked on it. No damn way was he risking a virus.

I decided not to put one, don't correct me on grammar.

He turned his annoyed gaze back to writing things down, occasionally sipping at the bourbon spiked bitter coffee. It did help with his mood, amazingly. His dark gaze flit over the pages, and he was content to sit here, as the office was ostly empty. People were out doing random things, and on calls, so he was practically alone.

As lunch rolled around, he stopped his work. Usually he'd just bring his own food, but today he wasn't hungry, since he had eaten breakfast. However, he didn't want to stay in this dreary place, so he stood and took all of his tall muscular form outside. He strode through the chilly day, down the sidewalks of the city, and to a nearby coffee shop. After ordering with a record of 2 words, he went to sit down at a booth in the very back corner, away from the noise of the rest of the coffee shop. Honestly, the highlight of his day so far was managing to order while only saying 2 words- even for him, that was pretty spectacular.

Konig leaned forward in the booth and rested his arms on the table, pulling out a folded paper. He opened it and started studying the contents. After a while, he produced a pen out of the ankle pocket of his cargo pants, and started writing notes down on the paper, completely focused.

Quinn Gensin

Quinn yawned tiredly, leaning back in his seat. He glanced over hid computer, smirking at Konig's response. Aw, he's so funny. He typed out a quick response.

Aw. You're so mean to me pookie U×U

He sent, smiling at the message. Pushing the detectives buttons was one of his favorite things to do! It was so easy it was funny.

"Quinn!"

A lady called, he jolted, looking up. Right. Right. He was in Starbucks. He pushed himself up, hurry to the counter. The vibrant haired boy grabbed his drink, thanking the lady quietly and hurrying back to his seat. Hah! No one had tried to steal his computer this time! He plopped back down, tipping the bottom of his mask up slightly and putting the straw in the opening. He took a small sip, thinking for a moment before nodding. Good as usual. He took another sip, dark brown eyes glued to his computer, fingers flying over the keys as he typed. He thought for a moment, staring at the message. Stacy had finally gotten her lazy ass up, and had immediately picked up her phone. Of course. What else?

G0D: Come on Stace! Lee's here and so am I!

He sent, rolling his eyes at her. She was annoying. But he still loved her. Platonically. He did not see her as anything other then a friend. Actually, that sounded reclusive, thank you. Quinn glanced up lazily, only for his eyes to lock onto a certain, familiar male sitting in a booth. His neck suddenly felt very hot. Konig????? Why the fuck was he here!?!??!?!? Ughhhhhhhh. This was annoying. Thankfully, it seemed the male didn't care for anyone else in the café. That was a relief. He clicked over to the post-it window again.

Looking good :P

He messaged. Though, if he was here it probably meant he wouldn't respond right away. Considering his computer wasn't here. Mehhhhhh. He wouldn't even know he was borderline stalking him!

SlVt: Fineeeeeeeee- IM COMING JERK

Quinn hummed at the message. Ah, finally. The lazy witch was getting up. Good riddance. His eyes trailed back to Konig, watching him in silence. He looked nice today. As he did every other day. Such a beauty wasting away at desk work. Pity. He propped himself up on the table, chin in his hand. His black face mask covered his lower face again, despite masks not being mandatory anymore. That was an interesting time- Quinn just watched the male, eyes staring at him absentmindedly.