Red Vix?Red Vix?Tyler Benson arrived at 6pm to his apartment building, exhausted from yet another long day at work. While 24 is not too old, that wasn't to say he often found the job tiring. Opening the door to his empty apartment, He practically threw his briefcase on the couch as he opened the door and headed to his room without a care as to where it may have landed. As usual, thinking about how he was doing in the company he was working in, CirMor. It specialized in software development, ranging from organization programs to smart systems which used from advanced genetic algorithms to neural nets.As he kicked his shoes, wishing Friday's were casual as he got on his normal home clothes, discarding the suit and shirt in favor of a more homey attire. Working as a salesman in CirMor really wasn't as interesting as he thought in the first place. Now he was utterly bored of the place, the protocols were exaggerated and tedious as his co-workers were really apathetic to even offer a helping hand
TTA: Vix-PopThe Travelling Apprentice: Vix-Pop"At last, home!" Victor exclaimed as he arrived to his apartment from work. He was exhausted from serving the clients, helping in the restaurant he worked at. Wanting to feel himself at home, he began taking off the vest of the uniform as he began undoing his shirt.His place was small and messy, but also rather decent and cozy, enough commodity for a person that studied and worked part time. Additionally, he didn't spend enough time there and as a result he usually noticed his place needed a cleaned once every week or two.It's been a tough year for him. He moved out of his house to go to college, got himself an apartment he had to maintain himself by working. People admired him and he felt rather proud of what he accomplished, which was little consolation for the exhaustion he felt right now.Victor moved over to his desk and plopped on his chair, covered in the shirts and clothes of previous days. He stretched as he lay back, kicking off his shoes.