#i genuinely don't think leech ever had a real name and while i could've done what they did with needles and make leech his surname

[doctorbrown]

Emmett allows himself a heavy sigh as he glances up from the stack of paperwork taking up the better part of his desk. Filing and processing Demerit slips has never been a highlight of his job, though it was a necessary evil, however that didn't stop him from missing the freedom that an assistant had awarded him.

Even if, in the back of his mind, he knew it was another method of checks employed by his dear wife to ensure he kept on-track.

At the top of the stack is a name he has come to know all-too well: Citizen David Ryan Lesiewicz, nicknamed 'Leech,' aged eighteen, son of Eleanor and Michael Lesiewicz, resident of Sector H. A long, almost impressive list of previous infractions stared back up at him, cold and clinical; a slew of 476-D violations. Emmett has little doubt that a few pages down, he would find a lengthy stack belonging to Citizen Jennifer Jane Parker. Not even the normally soothing ticking of the clockwork at his back was enough to stave off the headache he could feel blossoming in his temples.

Fortunately—as it provided him a much-needed excuse to shirk the rest of the paperwork, as least for a while—his attention was required elsewhere, as announced by the shuffling from the couch. Two hours and four minutes have passed since she'd been brought to his office and while he had decided it best to let her rest, if she stayed out much longer than that, he would have to start considering his next plan of action.

Emmett rises from his desk to take a seat at one of the available chairs closer to Citizen Kelsey. He holds up a hand as her panic starts to build, fearing it would boil over uncontrollably if she could not get ahold of it and thereby alert his wife to their presence. With her master key to his office and otherworldly habit of showing up precisely when she was unwanted, it was best not to draw any further attention to themselves.

❝Relax,❞ he starts, training his gaze on her, noting immediately the fear in her eyes, not unlike a skittish, terrified animal, ❝there's no need to worry.❞ His expression softens, easing some of the harsh-set lines on his face. ❝You're safe here. Do you recognise where you are?❞

@primeguarded, x.