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[cottoncandypink]

Sometimes Wilford isn't really sure why he makes some of the decisions he does. There's the obvious answer, of course, which is that there is something fundamentally wrong with him. But he's already responsible for a couple of aliens squatting on his planet. He threw a party with a whole bunch of them. He's indirectly got another one killed right outside his restaurant. He might as well just go all in and consider hiring one.

Wait, no. He's done that already too. By that logic, there's absolutely nothing wrong with hanging around the bar, waiting to open the door back to the studio. In the mean time, he's enjoying a few child-free moments outside the workplace with his first cigarette in days.

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[cottoncandypink]

"Don't steal my pen," Wilford says, probably jokingly, as he heads out the door. He leaves Conner alone for the few minutes it takes him to hunt down the studio's tech dungeon troll. Since Wilford personally handles the majority of the hiring, there's nothing at all out of the ordinary about him coming in to pick up a fresh ID card and a phone. They've always got extra phones and SIM cards on hand, and it's quick work for the tech troll to get everything set up for him.

When he comes back, it's with an RFID card and a phone. It's not exactly the most recent iPhone, only because it's a couple versions behind. But as long as it can text, call, and load a few key apps, it's good enough.

"This gets you in the building," he says, putting the card down on the desk. "You lose it, you're fired. No warnings."

He puts the phone down as well. That probably doesn't need an explanation, unless Tess keeps the kid locked in a box.

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The forms filled out to the best of his ability, Conner smiles up at Wilford when he returns. He listens carefully and puts the badge in his jacket pocket.

"I won't lose it."

The phone he knows. Of course he has one at home, because how else is Tess going to keep track of him?