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[ikonsuit]

Standard boilerplate, doc. [ Except where it isn't and tailored specifics are a necessity. ] Contracts are part of my job. Brought on plenty of geniuses to design my gear back home. You get used to writing in what's essential and skipping past what isn't.

[ Yes. This is his version of a concise contract. No hidden fees, no dubious clauses wrapped up in legalese. He's honest on that front — what you see is what you get.

Slade's also got a pen at the ready, but it makes a bit more sense in his case. Once Robotnik is done, he also signs on the dotted line before returning the contract to a folder marked simply with the number '3'. ]

Seems we're in business.

You make your own schedule, Robotnik. Take the day off or keep tinkering around. Doesn't make a difference to me.

[ With everything set to go, he gets to his feet. ]

Before I forget, we're having a summit. You're invited. Granted, it involves being around people. Figured my mileage would vary. [ That said, there's an invitation set on the table for him. ]

[evilgrows]

That's only mildly reassuring.

[But whatever, other than that oddly suspicious clause, it's probably the best contract he's ever dealt with. To the point despite his length, doesn't try to sneak anything in, nothing he has to argue about... or threaten anyone about.

It's fine!]

I want to get a better look at what I'm working with. I'll be around if you need me.

[There's a clear undertone of "don't need me" in his voice, but whatever, he is under contract and everything. What's briefly more interesting is the invitation. He raises an eyebrow, looks at the invite, then scoffs.]

A... summit. Interesting choice of words for a party.

[There's even a fancy little faerie on it. Pointlessly cute.]

I hate networking.

[He pauses. It's... rare that he gets invited to things enough to even bother turning them down. Not that he'd usually go even if he did, but maybe something for "professionals" will be slightly less... obnoxious?

Unlikely. Near-impossible. Especially something that's clearly on Christmas. He is not carving the roast beast.]

But fine. I'll show up. Just don't expect me to stick around.

[ikonsuit]

I don't expect anything from you that you didn't sign for, Robotnik. Your job is to build something out of nothing. That's it.

[ It's a strange way to say 'thanks for the RSVP,' but it's there. If you squint. ]

Lock up when you're done. Should have a personal entry code programmed in for you by tomorrow. Don't break anything. Update me with progress.

[ Is there anything he's forgetting... ]

Any questions for me?

[evilgrows]

Great. Couldn't've asked for more.

[Where the hell was this kind of job all his life, huh?]

The contract seemed pretty straightforward. Everything else... I've always liked independent hands-on learning.

[Mainly because when people talk at him about things he knows most about it already anyway. Some of this might be outside the level of tech back home, but that doesn't mean he can't figure it out.]

I'll bother you with questions later if I find it absolutely necessary.