stobotnik

lattes

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stone pov -^-

The fresh steam of the Doctor's latte filled up my nostrils. My latte art never fails me, it always ends up elegant and tasteful. I chuckle to myself, portraying the Doctor's smooth gelled hair with his fade, and his odd but gracefully unique mustache.  His defined jawline, followed by his sharp cheekbones. It's not that I'm attracted to it, no. It's just that he needs the best. He's in his lab in the office detailing blueprints as always. I let the detector inspect my presence, the doors pushing themselves open. The Doctor was stressing over his recent innovation to conquer and achieve the government's recent task was a tad uneasy for him at the time. "Doctor?" I said softly. He ignored my presence, still quietly mumbling to himself with calculations. I left his latte near him, sitting on the nearest seating. I fiddled with my fingers for a moment, waiting for the Doctor to summon my presence. Minutes after, he was still working with no help needed- or wanted- any time soon, so I left the room. 

I sat in the backrooms where I scringe up my lattes and or any caffeine beverage the Doctor requests. I haven't received any tasks yet, so I decided to go back to my job and keep the Doctor company, or just stand in his lab as the average agent. 

"Stone," a stern voice grumbled. "Make yourself useful and get my recent drafted blueprints." I hurried and fulfilled my order as silent as I could; the Doctor despises unnecessary talk and finds it as waste. 

"And get out; you aren't any use to me whatsoever." I sighed to myself, exiting the premises. I acknowledge that he insults the lower when he's frustrated, but damn, sometimes it can go more than far. 

"Your weakness disgraces you."

"Do you see anything useful in this document? . . . Maybe you can't because you aren't useful." 

"I will not miss you when you're gone, I will be grateful of the goddamn wish-to-be-true!"

"You useless man slut!"

I always and have to tell myself to suck it up; I'm a grown male agent, not a 13-year-old girl that's heartbroken. But it feels like I am the 13-year-old more than the agent itself. I quickly snapped myself and act together. I understand it's my job, and I accepted to that, but at least I'm not the only one. Many agents have been fired, quit, or really just stop coming because of this. The remaining agents mostly gossip on their so-called break time, even on duty. I kind of see why, but moreover, I want to physically make them understand.

I had taken this job because I have the skills and requirements. I may not have picked up the five PhDs he has, but I have picked up a few things working by his side. On that journey, I have scooped the Doctor's personality, common requests, and perfected his lattes. What else could he ask more of? That may be an exaggeration, but sometimes I shortly question it. 

Walking down the lit halls, I hear an agent form the words "Robotnik" faintly. I instantly knew that former agents off duty are chitchatting. I keep a low-profile eavesdropping on the conversation, but attempt to make myself non-visible and busy so they do not lure me in. That sadly, drastically fails.

"Stone! Robotnik's number one... The goody-two shoes.. How you've been with your ass boyfriend?" One agent starts. The trio snickers. "Do not insult the Doctor like that, you low-life disgrace." That same agent pins me to the wall forcefully, not realizing he left himself open, that I swing a gut punch to. I brush off my blazer, minding my business. 

"Admit it, queer!" The other says. "We all know you lovvveee your little Ivy Robotnik." They howl in laughter. I get up and punch one behind the back and pin the one to the wall and sternly confirm, "When I say do not insult the Doctor like that, I mean it. But that shouldn't confirm that you can insult I. Say all your shit to yourselves, but I will shove it back to your virgin ass." 

I glare for a second, then leave them. "Good day."

It has been a moment after going back to the Doctor. Despite what happened minutes ago, I return back to my duty. Not like I went off it. I let the doors bloom to let myself in, checking up on the Doctor. "Sir," I trail on. I think I heard a slight grumble in response, inferring that I can communicate. "How's it going?" He ignores me for a moment, but then a quarter of his attention goes to me. 

"Aaah, Stone," I stood up straight, staring at the huge virtual touchscreen monitor. "Just observe; how do you think?" I actually was.. astonished. Not that I was never fantasized before, but these were the ones where the Doctor put effort in. "I.. I'm out of words. S-Sir, this is amazing!" I think the Doctor let out a soft smile behind me. He got up for his seat and put his hand on my shoulder. I was still gazing at his innovation. "Geez, I'm tired. I haven't slept at all for a few days whatsoever. Stone, warm me up another latte, will you? And don't bother with the art, I don't deserve the wait." I chuckled to myself quietly. "Yes, sir."

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ivo's pov -3-

Curse Stone and his ability to have the appearance of elegance or.. cuteness. I don't sink in in what I've done and accomplished, the joy I have for myself is enough. But with Stone, it gives a little more comfort with myself. I despise human feelings, but at times, it is exceptional. I am perfect. I felt the bags under my eyes, aggressively rubbing them with my finger pads. The await of Stone is getting unbearable. "Stone," I yell out, a tad faint. "Sir." He comes in like a genie of some sort. I felt an uncomfort in my chest. My heart was thumping. I snatched the caffeine beverage out of the sexy man's hands. I felt numb to the burning liquid, I just needed to stay awake to keep my devious and charming impression.

"Sir, I prefer you rest," Stone started. I heard a quiet "please" from his lips. "I do not need your lectures. I certainly do not deserve nor seek your logic." 

"Sir, a few days? I really advise t-" I cut him off, bringing him as close to me by a rather rude tug to him. I didn't notice we were chest to chest, but, "Stone. I do not like repeating myself. You do your job, I do mines. You are little of use to me. Do not attempt to make up for it." I sighed, letting go of the agent. Although I doubt Stone will overthink my comment, but I seek a bit of faith that he does know that the last two statements are false, but my ego says-

"Sorry for my incompetence, Sir." interrupting my argumentative thoughts.  "But please, get some rest soon," I turned my back to him, us still observing my piece of work. It felt nice to be with Stone. All this stress from my head is probably going to turn me insane. But ever since Stone came in, I felt.. safe. Accompanied. Appreciated. Whatever, I shouldn't let this sappiness take over me. I have a 300 IQ. Not some fan-girled crush. I think.

I gave the empty cup to Stone and pushed him by his chest slightly. He is just a little baby. A dumb pebble. I left the room, leaving Stone. I questioned Stone's advice of rest, then questioned his audacity to underestimate me like that. I sighed, next thing I know I am in bed.