Something so funny about Flambae and Robert meeting before Robert starts at SDN, and the bar confrontation.
Strangely, through Beef.
Now. In Robert’s defense? He didn’t anticipate being in a coma for months when he last fed his little fur ball.
And a part of him almost hesitated to walk through that door—
Only to find Beef with a shiny coat of fur, happily round, but running very actively around him.
The culprit? A very beautiful, very glare-prone man.
Apparently, Mr. 6’4 with sunshine eyes also signs up for foster programs where he takes care of ‘lost’ pets.
“So you’re Dumpling’s owner?”
“…His name’s Beef.”
“Dumpling.”
“Beef.”
“Dumpling’s cooler.”
“Beef inspires authenticity.”
“And what inspired YOU to leave this meatball? I had him for five months and I might take you to court for him. Or a restaurant.”
Robert shrugs. “I would’ve come sooner, but the coma and I had a disagreement. So you know.”
“…Fuck, okay. That’s better than what I usually get.”
Robert snorts. “Bare minimum wins again.” But he does soften. “Thanks. For taking care of him. Even if you do give off major ‘ cartoon villain with a soft side and making it everyone’s problem’ vibes.”
“Fuck off,” he huffs, but it does sound suspiciously like a laugh. “…Good thing you came after him, thought. He kept crying after you everyday. “
“…Is that a tear in your eye?”
“My tears have muscles. They’re just working out.”
As it turns out, Chad, Mr ‘I took care of your dog for months without knowing if you’ll actually come back’ is also Flambae.
And Flambae is very adamant Robert does not tell anyone about Beef’s visitation nights.
