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Two in one for this one! Here you go Jay! And to Anon too! One trans flag Ridge!

Fully coloured this once since I figured I may as well haha! This was fun though, always love drawing Ridge!

The Deltarune Kids + Jevil!

All available as stickers on my Redbubble 

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14: Characters are suspected of being lovers, which is forbidden in their line of work

“Doyou both understand why you have been brought here for this meeting?”

Dr Wallace had clasped his hands so tight that the whites of his knuckles were visible and if the look of unhappiness on his face were to be interpreted, he had drawn the short straw of having to hold this particular meeting.

Their own hands bound and secured for the safety of those around them, Jonathan and Edward wore identical expressions of bored passiveness as they surveyed each other and their would-be interrogator.

“You wanted to ask some basic questions about human psychology that your underdeveloped brain was unable to comprehend?” Edward ventured, brushing some dirt off his lap.

A muscle jumped in the doctors jaw.

“I don’t require the help of the insane for anything.” Wallace countered between clenched teeth. “You have nothing which i need.”

“Thatis a very narrow minded view to take, Stephen.” Shaking his head, Jonathan tutted his disappointment. “You know much knowledge can be gained from those on the fringes of societies acceptable mental norms.”

“That’s ‘Dr. Wallace’ to you, Crane.”

His smile polite yet somehow dangerous, Jonathan said nothing.

“Youare both here today,” Dr Wallace continued, “because there have been some 'rumours’ about your activities within the asylum which are against our ethical code and therefore unacceptable.”

“Rumours?”A tinge of encouragement laced Edwards’ tone as he feigned innocence.

“There have been reports of both sounds and, in one case,” Wallace paused to read a quote from his clipboard, “'questionable stains’ from the staff who are responsible for the maintenance of your room.”

Sharing a quick glance with Jonathan, Edward chuckled.

“I will admit that perhaps the good Dr. Crane and I here do not always see eye to eye on certain issues so we are prone to the occasional disagreement which typically ends in a physical confrontation.”

“Soyou are attempting to claim that these rumours are the result of your shared violentoutbursts?”  

A shadow of relief seemed to cross Wallaces’ face at the explanation and there was a barely perceptible unclenching of his hands.

“I must confess, as bad as it sounds, that I am pleased you were fighting because the rumours had implied that you were both engaged in a sexu-”

“Did I say that we were fighting?” Edward interrupted, looking to Jonathan for an answer.

Smirking, Jonathan shook his head.

“No, I do not believe you did.”

“But- you said?”

“He said,” Jonathan clarified, “'physical confrontation’ and I think, despite being divorced twice for younger and more conventionally attractive partners, that even you can understand the alternate meaning behind such a phrase.”

“So you are both engaged in a…physical relationship?”

As both men sat in a smug silence, Dr Wallace felt his temper spike.

“Well not in this establishment! From tomorrow you with both be separated and given-”

“That arrangement does not suit me, Stephen.” Jonathan interrupted this time, and his tone was almost apologetic as his smile widened. “I will be keeping my room with Mr. Nygma here and our business will remain exactly that, our business.”

“I am the doctor here and you will respect my authority on this matter!” Wallace hissed.

“A question for you, Stephen.” Edward laced his hands beneath his chin as he leaned rudely across the desk. “How many escapes, both for myself and others, have I facilitated from this asylum? And how many members of staff have been forced to leave due to the psychological prowess of the man to my side?”

He indicated Jonathan with a lazy two-handed wave.

“If you make some foolish attempt to separate us for something so trivial I will personally oversee a new age of difficulty which will arise for every individual unfortunate enough to be employed by this establishment.” His voice was firm, unshakable. “From senior staff to janitorial, none will be unaffected by the trouble which I guarantee will be stirred up between us.”

“Are you threatening me?” Despite the bravado which Wallace was attempting to show, the shaking of his hands belied his true feelings.

“Do you feel threatened?”

Sensing weakness, Jonathan had followed Edwards’ movements as his body moved instinctively towards his potential prey.

“GUARDS!” Wallace bellowed and before either man could move the door slammed open and both found themselves held into place by two guards each.

Unperturbed by the change in circumstance, both Jonathan and Edward continued to stare out the doctor in a silent battle of wills.

“Take these two out of here and,” a pause in his instructions as he settled on a decision, “return them to their cell.” He finished lamely.

Nygma was correct, as much as the thought pained him, and he could not risk the chaos and potential loss of life to his staff.

“Stephen!”