No more memes-Spark and Go? (If that's okay. I love you mum.)
why are you like this son
Go’s shoulders hunchedjust from the voice, the tone,fingers clenching around his pencil reflexively and making a long black streak outsidethe chart he’d been revising. “What,Spark?” he said dully, stamping down every urge to bolt at the sound ofapproaching footsteps, “I’m busy plotting the data from Incubation Room C and-”
“The router’s down so Ican’t check my feed for new memes,” the blond Team Leader said, throwing an armaround his shoulders and putting basically his entire body weight on hisassistant just to hear him grunt. He pouted when Go glared at him, completewith bottom lip sticking out and blinking pathetically.
“So?” he replied,returning to his chart, “I told you they’d be rewiring that portion of the labthis week. Hence the manual data collection.” He gestured to the array ofincubators that were currently sprawled across the entirety of his workstation.
“But Go,” Spark whined, forcing himself further into the other man’sspace, “I’m bored.”
“You’re on lunch, right?Go eat something.”
“Already did.” The slysmile on the other man’s lips gave him pause.
“… You ate my pasta, didn’tyou?”
“In my defense, it was delicious!”
Go took a deep breath,counted to ten, and then released it in a slow sigh. “Take a run, then.”
“It’s raining, Go,” Sparkreplied innocently.
“And whose fault is that?”he shot back, irritation getting the best of him, “On that note, whose fault isit that we needed to rewire an entire section of the lab in the first place?!”Go regretted his words almost immediately from the look of genuine hurt thatflashed across the other man’s face.
It was rare that anyonewas able to make Spark trip up in his endless parade of overabundant energy andobnoxious enthusiasm, but Go had a knack for finding the correct combination ofwords and sentiment to slip through the chinks in his armor of blithestupidity. It admittedly made him a good match for blond in order to make himfocus on work, but it was also hard to gauge what things could honestly offendhim.
The abilities Spark wasgiven by being bound to the Titan of Thunder were a tricky subject. Most of thetime, he apologized for the damage his clumsiness caused (including but not limitedto: frying a touch screen monitor in the main lobby when he was trying tochange the channel, any incident in the aquatic hatchery ever, blowing out several of the speakers because he got tooexcited by the music, and most recently, corroding an entire section of the lab’swiring by overloading the server because he wanted his results to be processedfaster).
He then, of course, tendedto immediately turn around and forget all about it. No need to linger onsomething that couldn’t be helped and all that. Accidents happened, right? Won’thappen again, I promise! Still, there were a handful of instances where his insecurityat being unable to control himself shone through.
This was apparently oneof them, despite his outward appearance.
“Hey,” Go said, settingdown his clipboard and digging around in his lab coat, “Here, you can borrow myphone to check your social media. I know you’re still waiting for your new oneafter the last one got shattered by Noire.”
Spark frowned at theproffered phone, eyes dark. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll fry it?”
Ah, full-blown sulking. Go’scomment must’ve really upset him. Gobit the inside of his cheek at the stab of guilt that shot through his chest –though it was admittedly tempered by his never-ending disbelief that he wasbasically in charge of babysitting a kid in an adult’s body.
“Nah,” he said, adoptinga nonchalant tone, “And even if you do, you’ll buy me a new one. Right?” He offeredSpark a cheeky grin, which the blond slowly returned.
“Sure thing, Go. You knowI would!” he said cheerily, leaning closer to press a quick kiss to his cheekbefore flouncing back a bit to perch on one of the unused workstations.
Go huffed and shook hishead, turning back to his incubators. The place where Spark’s lips had pressed tingledand he tried not to be amused by that. He paused, however, when a thought occurredto him and called over to his Team Leader, “No sexting from my phone!”
The reply was immediateand whiny. “Aww, but Gooooo-”
“No, Spark! I swear to Arceus if you give it back to me and you’vefilled up my album with dick pics, I’ll never get you chicken nuggets again!”
“…Well, I mean, at thispoint you should just eggspect it,buddy.”
Go threw his clipboard athim.
