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Laval: I CAN'T DO IT!
Cragger, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
Laval: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
Eris: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
Laval:
Laval: I appreciate it,
Laval: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
Bladvic: Laval-
Laval: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
Gorzan: Laval we gotta-
Laval: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
Laval: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'
Laval, motioning to Crooler: NOT FUCKING THIS
Filled with Rage and Coming Out of My Cage
⚠️ Profanity and slight violence ⚠️
The large office fell silent as Bonehead sat in a simple mahogany chair. Across the desk, Dominic Kingsley, known as Midas by his business associates and enemies, leaned back in his luxurious, cushioned office chair. Behind him, Vaude paced with his arms crossed. Though they couldn’t see his face behind the beaked mask, Midas and Bonehead could feel the rage that radiated off him. Vaude stopped abruptly beside the desk and glared down at the intruding islander.
“How dare you treat me and my partner with the amount of disrespect that you have the guts of showing.”
Vaude stalked closer to the man and leaned down. His beak bumped the center of the boney face below. Vaude’s gloved hand creaked with the force he used to grip the top of the chair. Bonehead froze in place. His fear rooted him where he was. Midas bent forward and rested his chin on a propped arm atop his desk. He was intrigued by how his naturally goofy, optimistic boyfriend turned into an intimidating force when angry.
“I really want to know what the hell was going through that head of yours. Who do you think you are, walking into our agency and attempting to blackmail the criminal prince of Apollo,” asked Vaude.
Vaude tried to continue, but Bonehead straightened his posture, and his blue flames burned brighter as he looked between the two men in front of him. He smirked and cut his way into Vaude’s rant.
“Some prince, if he has to have the chaotic dumbass of Apollo do his dirty work. What’s next? You gonna shove your hand up his ass and make him talk, too?”
Bonehead howled his laughter, but it was cut short when Vaude slammed his hand against the desk and rattled the stationery that lay there. Bonehead shrank in his chair, and his flames quickly dimmed again. Vaude grabbed a fistful of the smartass’ hoodie and pressed him further into the chair.
“Don’t you dare speak while I’m speaking. Man, you must be dumb as shit to drag Midas through the dirt like that. I oughta kill you!”
Midas heaved a sigh. Though this has entertained him, Midas couldn’t have his boyfriend tarnish his medical status because of one unfortunate scumbag. He snapped his fingers, and Vaude paused. The rage-filled bird looked over his shoulder at his lover.
“Vaude, dearest. Let him go, and we’ll have this sorted properly,” Midas glowered at the boney man across from him and continued, “I’ll make sure that he’s the one in the dirt. Permanently.”
Bonehead spluttered out some excuses and scrambled in his chair. Before he could run, Midas had pushed a button on his desk and a shadow and ghost henchman, Bob and Jeff, who Vaude had adopted as his son and son-in-law, dragged the offender off. Bonehead kicked and screamed the whole way, even after the ornate double doors closed after him. As the doors slammed, Vaude plopped into the chair Bonehead was in. He deeply exhaled and ran a hand down his beak. He reached out with his free hand, and Midas held it in his heavy, golden grasp. A chuckle from Midas broke the silence once more.
“Damn, beaky. I didn’t know you had that much rage in your tiny body. C’mon, I’ll draw us a nice, warm bubble bath, and then we can watch whatever you want on TV before we go to bed.”
The two exchanged a smile before they slowly stood and went about their evening. If people didn’t already fear the Agency because of Midas and his power, then they’ll learn to fear the small bird that accompanied the crime overlord of Apollo.