"Catch her!" Porsche shouted from the other side of the long hallway. Pick immediately closed the door, running forward to stop the escaped grey cat. Unlike his best friend, Pick had no problem following the tiny animal. When the kitty was secured in his arms, Pick walked over to heavy breathing Porsche.
"You should work on your stamina." Pick laughed at his friend's state.
"As if you are any better." Porsche glared at him.
"Do you see me breathless?" Pick raised his eyebrow, walking past his friend to put the cat back into the cage. He heard Porsche following him.
"Did you start working out?" He asked, scanning him from head to toe.
"No." Pick denied.
"Are you lying to me?" Porsche didn't believe him.
"Now that I am looking at you, you seem pretty fit." He added. Pick shook his head as he walked to his desk. It was true he lost some weight, and his muscles started to show, but it wasn't thanks to working out.
"Okay, I exercise regularly." He admitted.
"I knew it!" Porsche shouted.
"For Rome?" His friend asked again.
"No," Pick answered, trying to keep his face straight.
"No?"
"With Rome."
"You are going to the gym with your boyfriend? That's cute." Porsche exclaimed.
"Not in the gym." Pick stood up, picking up the papers from his desk.
"Where then?" Porsche was confused.
"Living room, bathroom, sometimes kitchen, but mostly in our bedroom," Pick smirked, observing his friend's baffled face before he walked out of their office.
"Disgusting." Porsche grimaced when he realized what Pick was talking about.
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OffGun June Collection of Drabbles 2023
Fanfiction✅ COMPLETED A collection of drabbles and short stories with OffGun and their various ships.
