Knock Knock... ((89))

[victoriousscarf]

"No idea what made him that way," Macavity said with a shrug. "But he fought in and survived the last war, so you might want ta step carefully around him. His nightmares aren't ones I'd like ta share."

[Tsughi]

"I probably would either, though," His hand absentmindedly went to the side of his head. "I've lived through my fair share of nightmares already." Plato's hand fell and he shook his head roughly. "That's far beside the point. If you don't have anything else to talk to me about I can go down and get all that sorted out with him."

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity's eyes tracked the motion, filing it away for when he might need it. "We all have our fair share of nightmares, kit. Go 'et that sorted."

[Tsughi]

Plato's tail flickered at that but he didn't say anything. Instead, he gave a stiff nod of his head and turned to leave back through the way he came. It was way too early in the morning to deal with Martin.... And with that he shut the lift behind him.

((Exit Plato))

[victoriousscarf]

Macavity shook his head, heading back into the bedroom area to actually prepare for the rest of the day.

((Exit Macavity))

Downstairs, already at his station, Martin scowled as the lift opened, revealing the same tom from last night rather than a paying costumer.

[Tsughi]

Plato barely looked up to see the grim look on the toms face before he let out a sigh. Stepping off the lift, he approached the other's work place. "Good Morning to you too," Plato began in his emotionless drone. "It turns out that I'm going to be the valet here, and Macavity intructed me to come to you."

[victoriousscarf]

Martin's lips curled into a cold smile. "Valet, hm? Well, I suppose you seem competent enough to work with machines. Just don't scare off any costumers."

[Tsughi]

Plato's tail tip twitched as he recognized the bite intended in the words, but he gave no other reaction to the cold demeanor of the other. "I'll try my best not to," the calico said and tried his best to not add anymore smart remarks. It was his first day on the job and ticking off his co-workers, or superiors as he wasn't sure where Martin fit into the equation, wasn't on the top of his to-do list.

[victoriousscarf]

((Oh, Martin is entirely his superior. XD))

"Good," Martin said, rising and setting his planner carefully down. "Then, we shall need to get you measured for a uniform. Did Mr. Hollister mention what happened to the last valet?"

[Tsughi]

((I know that, but Plato doesn't xD))

Plato gave the clerk a guarded sideways glance."No, he neglected to mention that part."

[victoriousscarf]

"He was caught up in some gang business, ended up shot to death on the streets," Martin said, leading the other down to the garage.

[Tsughi]

Plato's ears flickered back and he tighened his jaw. "How pleasant," He said sarcastically as he began to follow the other tom.

[victoriousscarf]

"If you wanted pleasant, you might want another job," Martin said, something cold and mocking in his tone. "Here," he said, reaching the small employee room in the garage and opening a closet. "Here's the uniforms. Find one that either fits or is as close to fitting as possible, and we'll see about a tailor."

[Tsughi]

Plato stepped into the closet and looked around at the uniforms. They all seemed to be on the higher spectrum of clothing, though a few were dusty from lack of use, and they certainly impressed the calico a little. Tentatively he reached up to grab one of the uniforms that looked about his size. As he pulled down the article of clothing, Plato hesitated and turned back to Martin. "Where can I change?" He asked at the tom in the doorway.

[victoriousscarf]

Martin shrugged, leaning against the door jamb. "Where ever you like."