first "i love you" with fenro or drakepad?
Fall Afoul of F.O.W.L.
“Gyro, calm down.”
“Calm down?” Gyro retorts, the makings of panicked laughter making his voice shrill. He crosses the room with a stack of files so tall they nearly surpass his hat, so hastily gathered that multiple papers slip out and scatter on the ground in his wake. “Oh, calm—calm down, you say? That’s your advice, Cabrera? Well thank you, thank you very much for having a brain the size of a tardigrade!”
He dumps the folders inside his subspace briefcase, open on the nearest messy desk. Despite being the size of a regular briefcase, the stack of folders disappears inside of it. As its name implies, the subspace briefcase is bigger on the inside.
“Gyro,” Fenton tries again, hands raised in placation as he approaches. “You’re safe. I promise you’re safe.”
Gyro scoffs as he shoves everything on his desk into the briefcase, including a dirty coffee mug reading “World’s Least Bad Scientist” and a day planner from 2011. “There’s no ‘safe’ when it comes to F.O.W.L. I had to fake my own death to get away the first time and I couldn’t even do that right! I need to get out of the country—no, no I need to be in a different hemisphere. How’re the Galapagos this time of year?”
“Sandy,” Fenton replies gently, reaching out to squeeze Gyro’s shoulder. “Hot. Full of those iguanas you hate that sneeze salt water.”
“They’re an affront to nature, Cabrera. I don’t care what Dogwin said,” Gyro mutters. His body trembles fiercely under Fenton’s grip, his eyes slightly too wide behind his glasses.
“Gyro, Bradford and the rest of the board know we’re on to them,” Fenton says. He runs his hand down Gyro’s arm to cradle his hand, balled into a white-knuckled fist. “Even the shadowy figureheads of F.O.W.L. would be stupid to try and come back here. The bin is the most secure place in the city, and that’s all because of you.”
He shakes his head, slowly at first and then with speed. “No, no, you don’t understand, Fenton.” Gyro shakes him off, voice rising in volume. “F.OW.L. is better, they’re—they’re better than me, better than Scrooge, certainly better than you, and they won’t stop until we’re all dead. I was just an intern and I still had to pretend to be dead in order to get away.”
He hustles away to snap his subspace briefcase shut, and doesn’t react when he knocks a beaker off his desk, leaving it to shatter on the floor. “I need to get away—”
“I love you,” Fenton says.
Gyro freezes with alacrity, rocking back on his heels like he’s had the wind knocked out of him.
“And I protect the people I love,” Fenton continues, his voice softening to a murmur.
Gyro turns around, expression stricken, still holding his briefcase in one tremulous hand. “You’ve never said that before,” he responds numbly.
Fenton chuckles weakly as he approaches Gyro again. “Well, it’s harder than it looks. And I wasn’t sure you wouldn’t run away if I said it.”
“I suppose that’s fair,” Gyro replies, ducking his head as Fenton stops just shy of their bodies touching. He reaches up to cup Gyro’s cheek, who briefly stiffens at the gentle contact.
“I know you’re scared. Believe me, I am too,” Fenton says, his smile faint and quick to fade. “But if you run, F.O.W.L. wins. Together we stand a chance against whatever they’re planning. We can beat them at their own game. What do you say—”
Clenching his eyes tightly shut, Gyro grabs Fenton by the arms, dragging him close. He muffles Fenton’s startled cry with a hard kiss. Fenton freezes, his mind going so utterly blank that he can’t even gather the wherewithal to reach for Gyro’s slim waist until he’s already pulling away.
“I love you too,” Gyro says, his gaze averted so he doesn’t look Fenton in the eye. Without waiting for Fenton to respond, he picks up his briefcase and crosses the room to the elevator. Fenton looks on silently, not making any further attempt to stop Gyro as the doors close behind him.
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