ooc: Krik isn't that famous. He hasn't officially done anything for about 30 years.
IC:
Krik looked somewhat afronted when an internt appeared at the lab door and shoved its laptop in front of his face.
"Ignore it," Dionysia advised, shifting the pants on her shoulder to get them more comfortable, "Its just some stupid intern who works here."
Krik would have taken her suggestion, except that he had already read the first two lines on the screen and it was making his blood boil. Interrogate him? What gave this low-ranking filth the right to interrogate him?
He hadn't even finished reading before his indignance boiled over.
"What rubbish is this? This is my mudokon! If I want to work on it it is my business!"
For a tenth of a second Dionysia's face twisted as if she had been slapped, but then she gained control of herself and smirked at Slap over Krik's shoulder.
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