If the slam of the door didn't give Julie's mood away, the expression on her face certainly did.
"Coffee," said Arcade, pointing with a pencil at the pot on the bench. He wrinkled his nose, the movement making his glasses drop from their precarious position above his eyebrows and settle back onto their rightful place.
"You need to hurry up with that batch of stimpaks," said Julie brusquely, appearing to address the little jug of agave syrup she was in the process of adding to her mug.
"If you keep dashing back to my office like this, people are going to think you're fresh on me."
She shot him an arch look from over her shoulder. "You're running late. It's been a bad day and we're running low on..."
"Oh Arcade," he interrupted, voice pitched up into a ridiculous falsetto. "Where would I be without a big strong man like you and your... oh! Big sexy hands handling my pipettes and... oh! Arcade! Stir it harder! Decant my painkillers! Yes! Yes!"
It worked. Julie laughed and sat on the edge of his desk, holding her coffee like it was a lifeline. He took took a chance on patting her knee in a way that was calculated to be as annoying as it was a comfort. "I'll be done soon. This batch of broc flowers are being a little slow to cook, that's all."
"Just do it right," she said, staring at her coffee. She cut him off before the automatic protest could even begin. "And I know you'll do it right because you're Arcade Gannon, a pain in my neck who always does everything right. But... do it right. It's been a bad day today."
He picked up his own mug of coffee, inspecting the stale brown liquid with a critical eye. He drank it anyway, mouth pursing slightly as he swallowed the bitter, cold brew. "Do you want me to join the front medics when I'm done? I'm sure I can remember how to dig out a bullet."
Julie just patted him on the shoulder in a way that was calculated to be as annoying as it was a comfort. "Thanks, but no thanks. Sarcasm doesn't make people feel better, funnily enough. Besides, I like you best when you're back here handling my pipettes. Big boy."
Arcade + Julie, 'My Pipettes' 1/1. Tumblrfic snippet~
If the slam of the door didn't give Julie's mood away, the expression on her face certainly did.
"Coffee," said Arcade, pointing with a pencil at the pot on the bench. He wrinkled his nose, the movement making his glasses drop from their precarious position above his eyebrows and settle back onto their rightful place.
"You need to hurry up with that batch of stimpaks," said Julie brusquely, appearing to address the little jug of agave syrup she was in the process of adding to her mug.
"If you keep dashing back to my office like this, people are going to think you're fresh on me."
She shot him an arch look from over her shoulder. "You're running late. It's been a bad day and we're running low on..."
"Oh Arcade," he interrupted, voice pitched up into a ridiculous falsetto. "Where would I be without a big strong man like you and your... oh! Big sexy hands handling my pipettes and... oh! Arcade! Stir it harder! Decant my painkillers! Yes! Yes!"
It worked. Julie laughed and sat on the edge of his desk, holding her coffee like it was a lifeline. He took took a chance on patting her knee in a way that was calculated to be as annoying as it was a comfort. "I'll be done soon. This batch of broc flowers are being a little slow to cook, that's all."
"Just do it right," she said, staring at her coffee. She cut him off before the automatic protest could even begin. "And I know you'll do it right because you're Arcade Gannon, a pain in my neck who always does everything right. But... do it right. It's been a bad day today."
He picked up his own mug of coffee, inspecting the stale brown liquid with a critical eye. He drank it anyway, mouth pursing slightly as he swallowed the bitter, cold brew. "Do you want me to join the front medics when I'm done? I'm sure I can remember how to dig out a bullet."
Julie just patted him on the shoulder in a way that was calculated to be as annoying as it was a comfort. "Thanks, but no thanks. Sarcasm doesn't make people feel better, funnily enough. Besides, I like you best when you're back here handling my pipettes. Big boy."