𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐟 ⚙︎𖤉 . 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
I love Beef so much… I want to give him so many pets…
Anyway— this is about Robert (and Beef).
You’re also a dispatcher, doing your thing, taking care of your team
And suddenly you felt a presence
A small furry loaf of bread is sniffing your backpack that’s hanging on your chair
You blink. He blinks. Instant connection.
You feed him pieces of your lunch, because cmon it’s Beef, you’d do anything for him
And then he just hangs out under your desk
It has become a routine every day now.
Every time around your break time, Beef just struts to your cubicle and just looks at you demanding his “Beef Tax”.
You learn from Chase that his name is Beef, and somehow it fits the dog.
One day, when you had beef napping on your lap, you hear:
“I think you have something of mine.”
You turn around and there he was
Robert Robertson, with his fine ass, tired-looking, sad cat energy, a mess, functioning only with caffeine injected in his blood, the MAN.
He looks at you at first, unreadable, and then nods to the dog on your lap.
He is smirking under his breath.
You try to explain (terribly), that you only give the dog little pieces of your food (that’s a lie, you made a stop to buy dog treats the other day)
Robert just shrugs and says that it’s fine. You’re a better food supply for Beef than he is (I swear this man’s life is a mess outside of being a superhero)
You two just kind of talk after, about your team, his team, how he's doing so far since he’s new.
And it just felt… nice. He’s dry and sarcastic. But not mean, you can tell he takes his job seriously. (that’s attractive)
The day just goes on, and it's time to go back home.
He walks back to your cubicle, taking Beef back into his arms.
Robert just smiles slightly, watching you pack your things, “See you around.”
He nods and walks away. Probably back to his own desk to pack up himself.
But your eyes linger on him, and you can't help but thank Beef in some way that you get to talk to Robert.
