Dr. Dale Philpot

The scientist in front of you was Dr Dale Philpot. If you ever saw those films about child geniuses, this was the result of one. He graduated his university at 17, having obliterated every school exam in his short life. He worked here, now 24, as the youngest member of the elites. He was a lanky twink and had escaped any acne phase or bad hairstyle, making him look very cute.

"Oh, you're here already?" he asked, "I'm sure you can find something to clean."

Unfortunately, Dale was not a people person. Whether his parents prioritised his grades to his manners or he suffered from something on the autism spectrum, Dale just couldn't interact with people well. Sometimes he was awkward, sometimes he was rude, but it definitely made being a janitor hard. He wasn't the only one, but you somehow wished he'd be better at communicating with you. Maybe because you found him hot, but that was besides the point. Now, though, you could get him to do anything you wanted.

Beginning to clean, you could see him glaring at you from the corner of your eye, probably frustrated with the noise you were making. As you neared towards him, you put your plan into action.