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Someday Soon

Summary: Arman spends his first morning with Luca and Thony.

(Futurefic, newly-established relationship)

((Don’t worry, I can do fluffy!! Especially with as cute a prompt as this, my goodness…))

“Eeey, Shawn! Conas a-a-atá tú?”

How was he? The toymaker only had to turn to his friend as an answer. Wally Franks cringed a little bit at the sight of a black eye, and he tenatively leaned in to look closer. “Jaysus… That’s a nice lookin’ shiner… Who’d you piss off?” Despite the teasing tone in Wally’s voice, Shawn still grumbled and growled as he sunk into his chair. He wasn’t in the mood.

“Didn’ do sheiiiit.” Crossing his arms in front of himself, he pulled up one leg and rested it atop his other. And when Wally started to look worried, he’d curled up a little.

“….You get into the fight clubs wit’ Liam again?”

“No.” Granted, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d gone with Liam to a fight ring, or even to less-than-savory places, just to give his sister’s husband some back-up. He could see why Wally went to that first.

“…. If it was one of the shit heads, you can tell Lawrence. You know that, right?”

And he could see why Wally went to that second. And unfortunately, he was right. Shawn may not have had the freckles and vivid orange-red hair that Wally did, but his accent gave him away much quicker. And his height left a lot to be desired. Made him a lovely target to assholes who wanted him shipped back off. “It’s a'ight, Wally…. Really. The fuck won’ be’ bother'n’ us anymore… Tommy scared ’m off.”

“Shawn….”

“Ahh, staaad….” He reached over, giving Wally a half-hearted shove on the leg. “I’ll be fine, Walls… Jus’ need a lil’ work ta’ get mah min’ off it.”

His friend seemed incredibly skeptical about that, but did grab a hold of his mop. “A'ight. But you should see the infirm'ry regardless.” After Shawn gave his grunt of understanding, Wally finally started to walk off.

Shawn felt a little more comfortable letting his fake grin fall as he heard Franks’s steps get fainter and fainter. He was trying the “fake it until it’s real” approach; if he pretended he was okay, he’d be okay sooner. If he was honest with himself though, he’d feel much better spending the night at Thomas’s or Grant’s. His friends were always willing to set him up a night if Siobhan and her husband needed some time alone.

….

Well. First he needed to get some work done. No use bein’ here and not earning his keep. Maybe it’d put Grant’s mind at ease that at least a few people were working hard in this damn studio.

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It was a rare day that Joey was one of the last people out. Usually that honor went to Sammy Lawrence, or even Wally Franks. But, Joey had stayed in his office, working as hard as he could to finalize budgets and ledgers for Cohen, and even draw out storyboards for a new episode. He was 100% drained now. And now, he had to look forward to going up the rickedy elevator just to get to the first floor. AKA, where the exit was.

He swung his weight around on crutches today, huffing with the extertion as he tried to make it through the building. Honestly, why did Cohen need to keep his office so damn far away from the door?? He’d made it to the toy workshop before he stopped in his tracks.

Either he was seeing things, or his toymaker was asleep on one of the big Boris plushes.

He swung forward a few steps, just to be sure he was seeing this right…. And he leaned back on his good foot as he realized he was. Shawn Flynn looked downright exhausted…. Not to mention the lovely black eye and busted lip he was sporting.

It was… Strange seeing the chatterbox so quiet. Even stranger that the young man was asleep in his work place. … Then again, there was a reason he had cots all over the studio. A lot of his workers, and even his friends, worked themselves too hard. He sighed gently as he leaned over, picking up the plush Boris’s arm and laying it across Shawn’s chest. Joey froze as the toymaker shifted a little, but relaxed as he fell back into a deep sleep.