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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!
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⠀⠀⠀The bright side? He got to spend more time with Crane than he already did.
Making his way past Avery with a soft smile, and those large puppy dog eyes;
" I'll buy the beers when we get home. " A promise as he crosses the threshold, whispered to Crane.
“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.
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
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⠀⠀There's a scoff, one of amusement he puts 0 effort into hiding. As a matter of fact, he's chuckling, letting his whole form move with the shoulder check.
⠀⠀⠀" You know, I like him too. But don't put your worth in someone who only tolerates you. At best. "
“yeah i fucking know” he hisses.
he begins to walk away, shoulder checking him as he does.
“i like Crane 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 better. he takes me to go get coffee sometimes”
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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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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.
Emi blinks a couple times “shit okay i mean.. sure”
seems like his wallet is going to take a minor loss on things today. “god you’re so mean to me ya know that?”
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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… ”
“right okay.. any other requests? cherry flavored? vanilla flavored?”
he grins, still somewhat pushing the boundaries of annoying Reid.
“zero sugar? diet? regular?”
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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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⠀⠀⠀*Noticing the lingering gaze, he removes the Twizzler and holds it out in offer.
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⠀⠀⠀Could try to get him to snap in front of her... Could be a start.
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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.
he smiles at first thinking he is getting bug facts, his smile then falters.
“thanks Reid.. that’s— yeah.. how about i buy you a new soda.. a whole new case of soda”
* 𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘱 *
“Reid— look.. buddy.. friend.. my dear acquaintance that definitely won’t hurt me because he cares for me— well.. scratch that.. 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 he cares how disappointed Crane will be if you kill me..”
he blinks nervously
“i cannot return the soda.. i drank it
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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?
*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.
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⠀⠀⠀Dramatically clutching his chest; Making the softest hiss of 'pain'.
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⠀⠀⠀" Aough- It's so painful... But true. Very true. " Lowers hand, and nods. " At least I know I'm single to mingle on those stupid app things. "
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."