Fortissimo is sitting at the desk in Seikou's usual chair, eyes closed, grinning slightly. Right now there may not be anything to do, but soon the battle would come...

Variance mutters annoyed nothings as he casually strolls in, idly trying to free a bit of something from his hair. It takes him a few moments to get to the part of his after-patrol routine where he actually looks around the main office, and once he does...

Variance stands still for exactly ten seconds, nine of which are spent trying to recognize the figure at the desk...

Variance takes that last unclaimed second and watches hell freeze over before his left palm slides down his face in exasperation.

You say 'You -have- to be kidding...'

Fortissimo opens his eyes at the comment and tilts his head, the grin growing. "Is something wrong?"

Variance tries to sound as civil as possible, though it's obvious it's an epic struggle. "I suppose you're not here for the greater good of the Cleft."

Fortissimo manages to feign looking hurt. "Of course that's why I'm here! To save the innocents from the evil Mavericks for peace and justice and fluffy kittens... If I get some battle practice in the proccess, well, that's just a benefit."

You say 'Justice, yes. Peace, maybe. But I hate to sound assuming when I say I -heavily- doubt you'd do it for the kittens.'

Fortissimo shrugs and leans back again. "Whatever my reasons, the point is that I'm here now, and I'll aid you. It doesn't matter what the motives if it accomplishes the right goal, right...?"

Variance stifles the urge to roll his eyes and simply heads towards the break room. "I suppose not."

Fortissimo sighs and leans back. "And I don't even know my superior's name yet."

Variance stops just before entering the westernbound door, his conscience telling him to apologize for being a rude asshole. "Variance." No apology, but this is -Forte- he's talking to.

Fortissimo nods and grins more. "Nice to meet you, Senior Variance. I look forward to working with you..." Obviously, this is just dripping with sarcasm, since it -is- Forte.

Variance looks at the break room door, trying not to make signs of his aggravation known to Fortissimo. Even his conscience had softened, turning from 'Go apologize, ya boarish jerk!' to 'It's alright, he's just kinda... anti-social! Yeah...'

Fortissimo looks a touch self-satisfied. "Go on, Senior Variance. I'm not keeping you here..."

Variance pushes past the opening door as quickly as he can before the darker side of his ego can surface and start causing more trouble...