#bluntblondie

[dr-eleanor-boaz]

damon-baird replied to your post:Sighing heavily, Eleanor slumped down at her desk,...

[[ May a certain blond butthead interrupt your busy work? ]]

{Why, of course!}

[chairman-prescott]

[[I can't tell if my fanmail messages are getting through! Baird, I left you a message that may or may not be in your inbox!]]

[imagineyourotp]

Imagine Person A of your OTP taking Person B’s phone. Person B finds it a few hours later and opens it to see hundreds of cute selfies and videos Person A left.

[chairman-prescott]

Prescott fumbled with his phone when he suddenly heard Baird enter his office. His focus never faltered from the small screen as he tried to delete the photos faster.

"I can see you're concentrating on very important work, sir," Baird said.

There was an unmistakable tone of amusement in the other man's voice. Baird had tried his best to hide it but Prescott picked up on it easily.

"And you obviously don't have enough work to occupy your time," Prescott replied as he waved the phone slightly before resuming the daunting task.

"And you've got proof that I touched your phone?"

"I know you did," Prescott said as he deleted yet another image, "Your carpet matches the drapes."

[chairman-prescott]

"Corporal, when I caught word that your 'personal office' was in a lavatory I didn't realize it'd become an issue down the road."

[imagineyourotp]

Imagine Person A of your OTP is busy working at home / doing homework and Person B wants attention. They start poking Person A, leaning on them, whining, and finally laying on their paperwork until Person A is forced to cover them with kisses as the only way to make them stop. Or maybe they’re just too tempted.

[chairman-prescott]

((A little belated birthday gift for Damon Baird. I found this a few days ago and it seemed appropriate for the Azura shenanigans.))

"This is boring. I'm bored," Baird's voice spoke closely from behind Prescott.

The mechanic had been in Prescott's office for a good duration of the afternoon, circling the desk and touching just about anything that caught his interest.

"Corporal, I must get this work done," Prescott said as he tried to focus on the stack of forms before him.

He could feel the blond lean against the back of Prescott's plush chair once again.

"I'm calling bullshit on that, sir"

"I have important work to do just as you do, Corporal."

Now that he thought about it Prescott wondered why Baird wasn't elbows deep in motor oil. It was rather unusual for the mechanic to be away from the garage or his personal office during this time of the day. Prescott had expected to see the Corporal at dinner time, the smell of fuel and oil still perfumed onto him even though he'd washed up.

"You, work? On this island in the middle of nowhere? What do you do? Yap to the white coats about unity and survival?" Baird said as he leaned more into the back of the chair.

Prescott shifted his weight slightly when he felt fingers poking at his shoulders, "No, but they still require me to supervise some of their decisions."

He suddenly felt the blond's weight move away from the chair. Baird made his way to the side of the desk and leaned over, hands on the edge of the desk, to look at this work Prescott spoke of. It was a fairly simple duty, time-consuming for the most part. But Prescott had found himself rereading the same page over the past hour due to the mechanic's presence.

"The white coats seemed to had everything under control while you were on the mainland," Baird said as he reached for the stack of papers that were already signed.

Prescott stood up slightly from his chair, a sudden move the quickly grabbed Baird's attention. The blond was certain Prescott was going to ask him to leave his office with the stern look he gave Baird. Prescott grabbed Baird's shoulder and without a single word he pressed his lips against the other man's. After a few seconds Prescott fixed Baird with another stern look and sat back down in his chair.

"Woah wait, that's it?" Baird said slightly disappointed.

"Let me finish my work first if you're really that 'bored'."

[chairman-prescott]

damon-baird replied to your post: so how does Fenix tasteIMEAN THAT STEAK HOW'S IT GO CHAIRMAN

"Finest meal, eh?"

"If you don't want it then the leftover meat shall be fed to Bernie's pet."

[chairman-prescott]

so how does Fenix tasteIMEAN THAT STEAK HOW'S IT GO CHAIRMAN

"What does Fenix have to do with….?" Prescott scrunched his nose at the anon before recalling a certain nickname Dr. Robbins was fond of calling Marcus.

"You know what, I’m not hungry anymore," Prescott said as he put down his fork. Corporal can have the rest if he pleases."

[chairman-prescott]

damon-baird said: [[ “Pfft, yeah, because a few months of service will put you in prime shape” ]]

"Motivation to be physically fit DOES exist outside of the military, Corporal."