[center][b]Maximiliano [/b][/center]

Max followed every bit of Sadie's words with a content nod and smile, though his confusing must have shown to her abrupt noise she ended her conversation with. It was so distracting that it made him completely forget what she said. Something about flowers in packages? Max wouldn't know because the strange cat (?) noise she made kept replaying over and over in his head. To top it all off, the trio's attentions turned their co-worker, Milo, announcing that Owen had just soiled his underpants. Max's eyes grew so big with shock, he was temporarily unable to say anything, even if there was anything to say. Tally must have also felt the same way, because she eventually decided to go back to her desk. Max prided himself in generally being able to take any kind of situation, but that was truly a mood ruiner. He felt so bad for Owen, though—he'd have to have a private chat with him and recommend some good doctors he knew of.

“I apologize as well—but I think I've forgotten to catch up on some work. Let's talk again later?” he waved, smiled, then lost all his gusto as he collapsed into his desk chair.

[center][b]Jeffrey [/b][/center]

It was a no-brainer that Milo's attempts to get Jeffrey to feel to “come out of the closet” were not going to work on Jeffrey—because of [i]course[/i], he wasn't gay! And no, not even Bi or whatever people identified themselves with these days. (Jeffery wouldn't know because he wasn't gay.) But, for some reason unbeknownst to himself, Jeffrey felt a little odd. It was almost like time stopped, in more ways than one. For some reason, his pulse had quickened and his blood must have rushed to his head due to his cheeks and ears feeling abnormally hot. This was bad. What the hell was wrong with him? 

Jeffrey found himself thinking; did Milo's face always look like that? The way Milo had looked at him in the eyes, with an expression Jeffrey could know was genuine, like Milo actually cared about him, forgetting of course the circumstances of the conversation, but Jeffrey appreciated it. He really liked it.

The more he gazed at Milo pitifully attempting to comfort him or something, he just desperately felt like getting away—not because he was really offended (like he should have been) but it more like every [i]touch[/i] from Milo was suffocating. He was getting this [i]feeling[/i] that he couldn't help but want it to last...

It all, thankfully, crashed down abruptly when Lulu succeeded in getting Milo's attention. Jeffrey scoffed at hearing her ask to “leave the nasty man alone” before tuning out of their conversation. Now that Milo's attention was off of him, he could finally cool his head and get his damn self together. He sighed, re-adjusted his fedora, and gazed at his monitor. He wasn't able to invest into his alone time for too long, because soon after spacing out, he noticed that the HR guy was trying to speak to him. Jeffrey just gave him a small acknowledgement before desperately waiting for him to stop staring in his direction. He logged back into his computer to open up a spreadsheet in one window, then a not-so-work savory subreddit in another. Half-naked anime girls of course—what else?

[center][b]Owen [/b][/center]

The moment Owen heard Milo call out such a disastrously embarrassing thing—Owen wanted to crawl in a large hole, specifically one of those underground fallout shelters, and cry for about 4 years. How could Lulu say such a thing to Milo and spread gossip like that? Why did Lulu have such a huge beef with him? It must have been when she threw his magazine in the trash not too long ago, and Owen still couldn't wrap his head around why she would do it. He hated to admit it, but it all must be the fault of dreaded generational age gap.

He was thankful though for the kindness and benefit of doubt coming from none other than Azeti, the amiable HR team member. He believed that Milo was related to him in some way as well, but Owen didn't know for sure. He definitely felt a little better than Azeti was able to de-myth the pants-soiling rumor and send him on his way someplace to change his clothes. He mumbled a weary “thanks” before going off on his way, hoping that when he came back, this little episode would be forgotten by the rest of the crew.