#emstache

-Organization Skills-

Emile whistled while he sorted through stacks of papers on the floor of his office. Every drawer of his desk was open and he certainly knew he’d be down there for a few hours given that he was quite the perfectionist. Not to mention, he planned to reorganize his toys and collectibles on his shelves and possibly wipe down everything he owned. He liked his office sanitary for his clients, of course. 

What he hadn’t planned was a particular knock at his door that he knew he recognized. But the knock had startled him from his concentration and he instantly smacked his head on the edge of his desk. 

The sound of it apparently startled the person on the other side of the door when a voice said, “Emmy, you alright in there?” 

“Yeah, hold on!” Emile made an effort to open the door and was met with the familiar face of none other than Wilford Warfstahce. “Oh Wilford! Nice to see you!” 

“And to you too, Emile. Whatcha doing?” Wilford moved his head higher to observe to mess of scattered files and boxes of what he assumed were new toys for the office. “You were supposed to leave over an hour ago!” 

Emile also turned to the mess and knew that Wilford wouldn’t want to wait that long for his own husband to be home from work. “Yeah, yeah, just wanted to reorganize a bit.” 

Wilford tilted his head with a smile. “Awe come on now, just wanted to see ya again, Em!” Emile rolled his eyes. 

“You just saw me this morning!” 

“Nine and a half hours ago?”

“Right, I’m sorry Wilford. Today is my cleaning day!”

To emphasize his point, Wilford pouted dramatically and whined. “Well, if I must go and wait longer, I should at least get to kiss you once.” 

Emile chuckled and pecked Wilford’s lips before sitting on the floor by a pile of folders thick with papers inside of them. “I’m just messing with ya, Wil! You can help me if you want. I’m finishing up sorting this stack of patient files! Just tell me the name and I’ll tell you which pile it goes in.” 

“I’d love to, although I don’t understand why you have to sort everything. But come home soon!” 

After a few seconds, the couple were quiet and Wil looked around at Emile’s current organization. His eyes landed on the familiar pink tie hung loosely around Emile’s neck. “Love the pink tie by the way.”

Emile flushed and giggled. “Why thank you. Your dresser just so happened to be open after you left for the interview.”

Wilford flopped onto the couch in front of the desk, sitting in front of Emile. He smiled at the way Emile’s tongue poked out of his mouth while he sorted the files. Of course Emile would try to be sneaky and steal the tie. Wilford had definitely noticed when he came home two hours before now but still didn’t mind. At least he knew Emile would look lovely. 

“Perhaps I should let you borrow a set of pink suspenders I have. I must say, you look stunning.”