[ He lets out an exasperated sigh. This guy is starting to remind him of a certain bossy little shithead (endearingly), only they look to be around the same age, and yeah, okay, he doesn't mind doing the thing, taking initiative, whatever.
So Steve picks up the receiver and hits the button for the front desk, and then puts it to his ear expecting ... well, literally anything. ]
Huh.
[ He hits another button. And then another, like he expects that to do the trick. He checks the length of the phone's line to make sure the whole damned thing is connected at all, which, you know, might seem obvious but it's worth a check anyway, right, but nothing comes out from the other side.
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[ He lets out an exasperated sigh. This guy is starting to remind him of a certain bossy little shithead (endearingly), only they look to be around the same age, and yeah, okay, he doesn't mind doing the thing, taking initiative, whatever.
So Steve picks up the receiver and hits the button for the front desk, and then puts it to his ear expecting ... well, literally anything. ]
Huh.
[ He hits another button. And then another, like he expects that to do the trick. He checks the length of the phone's line to make sure the whole damned thing is connected at all, which, you know, might seem obvious but it's worth a check anyway, right, but nothing comes out from the other side.
It's silence. ]
Shit. Phone's dead.