So, I wrote a solo inspired by a thread subplot created by @COMPVNCTION in our writing server on Discord. So I wanted to share it here~
(For an audience of about three people and have already read this, haha~)
https://t.co/LbYsDS4Nze
“Yeah, well. I aim to be thematically consistent.”
A pause, during which he’d start to smile a little. Then he’d add, quieter this time
“…You look good too, Reid.”
Before that could hang between them too long, he moved to get the door for them both.
Yay work parties.
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⠀⠀⠀Only then does he give the most content of sighs. Head tilting ever so lightly, his halo bouncing against its wire framing peeking from behind his head.
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⠀⠀⠀" Looks great. ... Thank you, Crane... " He looked tempted to reach out and pat his cheek.
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ʰᵉˡˡᵒ -hello? can you hear me?
oh good finally!—
this is 𝗪𝗔𝟵𝗬𝗝𝗗 at ᴡsǫᴋ radio 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 from
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we’ve got a great selection of songs,
playing just for you—
He didn’t break eye contact. There was, however, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"Fine. Coffee. But I’m not paying if you order anything with foam art."
He'd finally start moving. "Gives me a chance to get something for Reid."
“…no.” he says staring back at Crane awkwardly.
“just saying how much you love spending time with me don’tcha ? talking about how you wanna go get coffee with me soooo bad”
Walking back up, Crane had deliberately waited until he was back in front of Reid before sliding the bright red horns on his head.
"Alright - Better?"
He'd offer a sweet smile and slide his hands into his pockets.
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⠀⠀⠀He looked away, and for a moment, it almost sounded like Reid... whimpered? But the entire ordeal seemed to slide right off. Leaving disappointment to melt into glee as Crane surrenders and goes to procure his Reid-curated costume.
⠀⠀⠀Had he a tail, it'd be wagging.
It was /impossible/ to maintain eye contact when Reid did the eyes /with/ the voice.
“Uh… Yeah about that.”
Crane risked glancing over and regretted doing so.
Checkmate.
“I just left them in - Lemme go get those.”
Defeat was a walk back to the car he’d just parked.
Grin graces those previously frustrated features, and Reid gives a small wiggle of appreciation. Once done he turns to give an almost disappointed frown, in realization. Puppy dog eyes voicelessly pleading.
“ You’re not wearing your horns… ”
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⠀⠀⠀He's putting on a little halo... Look at him. However, his luscious little angel wings, seemed to be giving him some issue. Arms curved behind himself in some attempt to fix them.
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HR wouldn’t like a lot of things we do if we're honest.
*His eyes flicked from Reid to the Twizzler, then back again.
And actually, yeah, Daycare’s a smart angle. Trouble is, she seems fond of Prescott. It might be challenging to get her to talk.
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⠀⠀⠀Yeah, I don't think HR would like us fraternizing like that..
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⠀⠀⠀*His Twizzler has garnered his attention once again, nibbling on the end as he held the rest. A sigh through his nose.
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⠀She works at a child care place. You think that's a good place to start?
“you don’t get paid to deal with me at all… you just kinda do that.. willingly…”
then he adds with a whisper “ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʷᵉⁱʳᵈ ˢᵃᵛⁱᵒʳ ᵇᵘˡˡˢʰⁱᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠⁱˣ ᵐᵉ”
*With a deadpan tone:
Not on company time, pookie.
Now c’mon, get serious Reid.
*A small smile would appear.
Circling back - We need to get closer to Prescott’s friend without raising any alarm bells.
I’ll be honest, it was an awaited taste for me. But now?
…Yeah. I guess I would call it homey. I love when our office turns into a cathedral for hours on end.
Yeah. I'm pretty sure I heard some... Oh, what's her name? The short blonde one. Carpenter? Sabrina? - Her. Heard her the other day. It was a nice change of pace, if I'm being honest.
He'd pass the rest of the Twizzler back over.
"Still not your husband. And I doubt we have much to worry about. We're basically a dream team in the bureau. So long as we leave the front-facing work to me, anyway."
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⠀⠀⠀The Twizzler theft would — FOR NOW — be forgiven. He shakes his head.
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⠀⠀⠀" I told him I'd throw myself on the sword if he took me away from my husband, so. " Working on his bite of Twizzler.
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⠀⠀⠀The Director told me to come in so we could discuss yours and my 'fraternizing' during company time.
⠀⠀⠀⠀* This was, of course, a lie. Moreso a joke, but still.
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Too uncouth to compare myself to some generic anime girl, as I run towards Crane with a piece of toast in my mouth? Okay, what if the toast was a Twizzler? Then what?
Too uncouth to compare myself to some generic anime girl, as I run towards Crane with a piece of toast in my mouth? Okay, what if the toast was a Twizzler? Then what?
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⠀⠀⠀https://t.co/7cITV1ZG8Q
Pinned comes proper tomorrow, but this is account is also part of the Scudverse. Tied directly to the overarching story of @ScudOnTarmac! An ongoing and ever evolving story.
So, meet Special Agent Desmond Augustus Reid!