I don’t know when it started, but it has become a habit for Grande’s people to stay and help James clean up after game night. Fitz's group of people all have their own work the next day, and James will not ask them to stay and waste time.
However, James once asked in confusion why the game night was not moved to the weekend. Fitz answered - this was the request of the former Dungeon Master. He played the game during the working day, and then on Thursdays and Fridays at work, he and Fitz could secretly discuss the game while working, sum up experience, and design More fun dungeons.
James stopped asking questions to prevent everyone from forgetting that the former dungeon master was eaten by a shapechanger.
"I'll help you today." When most people left, Fitz seemed to want to stay and help. "I have a day off tomorrow."
"Holiday?" James took off his wizard hat and handed the assembled foam props to Zach, who knew where to put them. Oh, do you think James sometimes treats Grande as his own home too much, thinking about it over and over again, and vice versa. Zach is familiar enough with James' home, and it doesn't matter whether James is happy or not.
"Well, the shelter." Fitz's face didn't look good, "I'm going to the shelter tomorrow to continue to install the phone. Maybe it's because of what happened this morning. They asked me to slow down, so I have nothing to do. "
"How many more days will it take to install the phone?" Zach carried a bunch of weird props and pulled down a hanging ladder in the corridor on the second floor.
James's home is full of modern bachelor style, but it doesn't match these props at all. The attic is the place to store these things, and Zach wants to put them up there. In the past, Benjamin did this kind of errand work that required going up and downstairs, but today Benjamin is not very easy to 'control'. He had taken away the job of cleaning up the trash in the living room, and was now dragging a black plastic bag around in a circle, stuffing empty beer bottles and pizza cartons into it.
"There's some trouble with the company's phone line." Fitz joined Benjamin, focusing on explaining his job to prevent everyone from forgetting Fitz's job - he was a telecommunications installer. He didn't notice the abnormality that flashed across James' face, "The original shelter used a home-style line. There was only one phone in the office, and that one was used for reception and handling of affairs. Now it is managed by Quinn Group, and it is completely in accordance with corporate standards. The reception and official services will be separated, the switchboard and extensions will be separated, and several hotlines will be prepared, um... so it will take a few days."
"Sounds good." 'Benjamin' used the modal particle, raised his eyebrows, and put his hand around Fitz's shoulders that had just taken the pizza sauce. "Can Grande do the same?"
"Uh..." Fitz couldn't help but feel it. Today's Benjamin was very enthusiastic, "Yes, it is possible. But, it still depends on your convenience. Grande is your own, and it is somewhat different from the shelter. You don't need to be controlled by the above. Enterprises like Quinn are used to This pattern. You may not..." Noticing Benjamin's increasingly smiling face, Fitz didn't know why. Feeling a little flustered, he changed his mind and said, "I, I can give you a corporate telephone manual. You can take a look at it first..."
"Okay! How about you deliver it over tomorrow?" 'Benjamin' smiled and rubbed Fitz's shoulders boldly, making the thin Fitz feel like a rabbit standing in front of a bear. What a hell to describe. Just ignore it.
"Benjamin." Zach stepped down the attic ladder and dusted himself, "Don't you need to ask my opinion first?" His expression was not good, "I am the master of Grande..."
"What's wrong?" 'Benjamin' let go of Fitz, who was a little stiff, and continued stuffing garbage. "You just arranged a security company for the tomb area today, and you bought insurance for Grande before. Haha, us." He stressed, "We, Grande are becoming more and more like a real enterprise. As for the phone, it would be better to improve it." What's wrong? Do you think Louise likes running around upstairs and downstairs?"
"You said that, I remembered it." Zach smiled, and the dust in the attic had been dusted off. "Tomorrow, you want Cordier Company to accompany the newcomers for training. Don't forget, Benjamin."
Remember, the people from the security company required that a Grande person be required to follow you during the training. And this choice is naturally Benjamin. Zach thought that his good-natured attitude could not suppress the veterans of the security company, let alone Louise, so Benjamin could only go.
"Uh..." 'Benjamin' obviously forgot about this, and there was a moment of dissatisfaction on his face, "Fitz." He stood up again and hugged Fitz, who had not yet had time to fully distance himself. "How about you deliver it the day after tomorrow?" How about it?"
Wolfheart Benjamin's purpose seems to be obvious. He wants Fitz, or Fitz and his group. Why? There is no need to say it now.
"Uh... I have to work the day after tomorrow, probably..." Fitz's shoulders were tense. It wasn't that he didn't like the passionate behavior between the men, but that there was something strange about the difference in body size. No matter what position a bear hugs a rabbit, it will make people feel weird.
"Tomorrow will be fine." Zach had already approached, picked up Benjamin's hand, moved Fitz's shoulder, and successfully rescued the uneasy little otaku, "I'll be fine as long as I'm here. Fitz, you said the manual is a business Any instructional instructions?”
Fitz, who had just been rescued, became uneasy again, because Zach hugged him, and the thing holding the rabbit turned into a leopard. The situation did not get any better. The leopard smiled, "Maybe not, Fitz, but I still want to ask. Wait, you are an employee of Telecom. Do you know the arrangements of other funeral homes in this regard? For example, the Ford Funeral Home in the North District, what are their phone lines like? It doesn't matter, we are friends, you can tell me... "It's not a leopard, it's a fox.
When Zack took Fitz away from 'Benjamin' and began to use his identity as the owner of a funeral home to inquire about the situation of his competitors, their conversation began to become boring. Stop paying attention. Let's pay attention to join Benjamin. James at work picking up trash.
"What on earth are you going to do!" James said with a sullen face, lowering his voice while deliberately stuffing the used paper plate into the plastic garbage bag. The clattering plastic noise perfectly covered his voice, and was not heard by Zach. Fitz, who was taken away, heard.
'Benjamin' gave James a smile, let go completely, and completely handed over the garbage bag to James' control, letting him keep making noise, "You know what, James." He did not answer James's question question, but started a new topic of his own, "Do you know why I didn't bite you to death when I first saw you in the woods in the South District?"
James's hair stood up instantly, and all the veins a human could show bulged on the surface of his skin. He stared at Benjamin in front of him, "Why." James actually continued to ask, eh.
"Because you are already dying. On that full-moon night, every breath you take is counting down." 'Benjamin' approached James' face, "I will not be stupid enough to touch you and then give you You have even the slightest chance of becoming a werewolf. Haha, what is this expression? You don’t understand? Then let me make it clearer, James Lance, you are very suitable to become a werewolf, and you will become a very powerful werewolf. A werewolf that is powerful enough to threaten me. But I am Alpha, and I cannot let any descendant threaten myself, right." (.)