.Moved.

Gyro: -literally threatens him- 

Me: ...............

@ducktales-wco-oo

          The second time someone has called him by his double’s name. A tired sigh escapes the parrot’s beak, Marik steadying himself by gripping onto the lab table. Surely this guy wasn’t like the others? 

   … & Nope. That brief little silence told him otherwise. His tail was being stared at … AGAIN. 

Beak scrunches up, an annoyed grunt escaping him without him realizing it. Didn’t Gyro mention a few names? & Felton. His double’s name was Fenton, right? It had to be if his double’s name was Mark. “Fenton … “ 

                 Stay calm, stay calm. Don’t blow it. You’re here for a reason, remember? 

The corners of his beak twitch into a near forced smile. Though, as he begins to turn around, it becomes more genuine. “H-hey, Fents. What a surprise to see you here. I thought you didn’t have to work today ? “ 

@listofevilinventions

     “A’right. Tell me, who’s tail we gotta kick & I’ll get ‘em first.” There’s probably a baseball bat already hidden behind the parrot’s back as we speak. 

                                                         A brief pause. 

Gyro blinked at the teen. Who was Shiba? Did Lena have a secret pet? Or a… no, she was too young for that. But he worried about the teen’s vagueness. Kids were strange to him but he usually managed to get the idea. “ So you’re not going to come out and tell me? “ 

He shrugged at her. “ I don’t know who Shiba is… but you know it’s strange to just vaguely mention someone without telling your old dad who you’re talking about. I’m not going to hurt your boyfriend ( provided he treats you well and isn’t messing around. ) “ 

         That ask merely got a little amused chuckle out of Lena. This was just way too easy. “Dad, please. He’s not ‘messing around’. Even though he likes to, he doesn’t with me. I promise” She attempts to reassure him, arms folding against her chest. 

            She ... wasn’t ready to concede just yet. “C’mon, you’re smart, father dearest.”

{ ☆ } “I don’t know if that’s the best idea…” Fenton hesitantly says at the suggestion being told that Mark is coming over for a few days, voice unable to be heard over the parrot’s energetic talking. Not that it would have made any difference if it could be, since it is clear the other man’s mind is made up. The determination and passion that engulfs Mark whenever he is actually invested in something (some might call it stubbornness) is one of the many things that Fenton adores about him… But at the moment, he can’t help but wish that it was a little bit dimmed. Enough for him to change the other’s mind before he can come over and see just how ragged Fenton’s been running himself lately.

Since they’ve started dating, Fenton has been trying to take better care of himself. More out of a desire not to worry Mark with his less-than-healthy habits, than actual concern for himself. Still, at least he is making an effort… Unfortunately, it is all too tempting to slip back into the habit of skipping meals and working all night when he gets invested in something. Mark isn’t the only one who has a stubborn streak. Which explains the impatient growling of his stomach and remarkably disheveled feathers, testaments to exactly how well he’s been taking care of himself. Like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar, Fenton can’t help but feel a wave of guilt wash over him… He can not let Mark catch him like this. 

“Love you…” He responds (despite Mark having already hung up) one hand then rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. He slept, after all. Although how long he slept, Fenton isn’t sure. It had to have been at least a couple of hours… Probably. Shaking his head, he releases a heavy sigh. Mark said that he was giving him a few hours; that should be enough time for him to eat something to settle his demanding stomach. Maybe if he downs an entire pot of coffee, he’ll seem awake enough not to arouse suspicion… It’s worth a shot. Then he can attempt to tame his betrayingly messy head feathers. Food, energy, feathers.

He can do this.

Within minutes, Fenton is asleep while leaning his back against a wall; stomach still empty and feathers messy as ever… He had meant to simply rest against it for a moment, just until the wave of exhaustion that had suddenly hit him could pass. But (just like has happened several times in the past) he had quickly drifted off into a deep, much-needed rest. If past experiences are any indicator, chances are he’ll still be slumbering by the time Mark arrives. Well, at least now he’ll actually be awake… One out of three isn’t bad. { ☆ }

         Mark has already hung up before Fenton could even begin to try & stop him. The parrot had one goal in mind ━━━  Well, make that two. To make sure Fenton was getting enough sleep & eating; along with the selfish little reason of wanting to spend more time with him. Humming softly in a quite content manner, he's already on his way with finishing packing the clothes he needed along with the essentials. Everything else, he figured he could take care of/figure out when he got to his boyfriend's.  

Tossing his suitcase into the car, Mark slips into the driver's seat & starts the car. Hell, he's still humming the cheerful little tune the minute he starts driving. In his mind, he's already planning their possible week together. He'd just need to run the ideas by Fenton & get his approval, of course. & Of course, manage to catch the guy when he isn't working. Heroing, he knows he can't stop it; as well as the other's choice of interning for Gearloose. Maybe he could convince him about vacation hours from the lab? 

                                                      Hey, anything was possible. 

It didn't take him long to reach Fenton's house, smile tugging at his beak as he steps out of the car. Suitcase in hand, the parrot begins making his way towards the door. Of course, he isn't expecting his boyfriend to be awake since it was still sort of late. How Mark was awake at this ungodly hour wasn't really much of a surprise. Taking a pick out of his pocket, he begins to carefully unlock the door, smirking confidently when he succeeds. Stepping inside of the house, he frowns, gaze flickering around its inside. 

& As suspected, Fenton was still asleep by the time he reached him. The sight he was greeted with, however. 

The scientist squinted at him. “Why is that so surprising? You surely are capable of some cognitive thought. I doubt Gyro would be so fond of you if you were not.” he scoffed. That chicken was really attracted to intelligence but only in a certain package. The other’s face made him nervous. “I don’t suppose that Gyro placed a tracking device on you? Perhaps, while you two were… doing stuff? “ he paused to glance at the parrot. Did Gyro do stuff like him with people he was attracted to? Somehow, he doubted it.

“…Markie? Oh. I suppose…” he squinted at himself for the new nickname. Why would he ever come up with such a cutesy nickname? He tried to stop himself but a blush spread over his face. Affection was not something he was used to. Mark and Gyro had been so affectionate towards him.

Archie blinked at the parrot. He titled his head over to one side. The kiss is a surprise. “What does that mean? What language was that? ” he spoke, breaking his ten-minute spree of not breathing. He wanted to use his hands to push the parrot a respectable distance.  He wanted to use his hands right now but they were tied behind him. “ Mark.. That’s not fair,” he said, pouting at the parrot’s actions. Kissing him like that was so mean. “ You could at least untie me first.”

The question made him blush a deeper red. “W-well…that’s…fairly obvious. Do you need to hear me say it?” he acted coy. Love was something he had not felt in a long time. 

          Now he was asking if they did stuff? At once, the parrot could feel his feathers fluff up, warmth surely staining his cheeks both from the compliment & the question. "I, uhm ━━ " God, now his words were failing him. "Thank you ? " Well, that was lame. Face seemed to scrunch up at the thought of Gyro placing a tracking device on him. Surely, he wouldn't do that, right? They both respected each other's personal space & privacy; at least, he hoped so. He certainly tried to respect Gyro's. 

"Not that I know of ... " He reiterates this response with a shrug of his shoulders. The warm feeling doesn't seem to leave his cheeks, merely growing in color when he hears the other calling him Markie again. This was ... this was nice. Despite them being trapped, of course. "Heh. Thank you. I like the way you say it ... " 

At least Archie wasn't trying to hold his breath anymore. That was a relief. "It was Spanish. It means - I love the both of you equally. I mean what I said, Archie. I don't want either of you hurt. Understand me ? " He snorted softly at the other's pout. God, why did he have to be so cute? 

"I could~ " He begins in a near sing-song voice, body scooting even closer towards the chicken's own. "But, you might push me away. You had that in mind, didn't you ~ ? " He smirks more, throwing him a playful wink. Though, at the question, Mark pauses.