☆~|| Ramshackle oneshots/Headcannons ||~☆ (book closed until further notice)

☆ TrexReader(Fluff) ☆

Tre looked up from his papers.

"Oh. You're here already."

He stood from his seat quickly to pull out a chair for you.

You walked over, nodding.

"Yes, you miss me?"

"I suppose. Anyway, take a seat."

He instructed.

"We've much to discuss today."

You smile to yourself and nod in agreement, slightly amused at how solemn he was being about this.

Once he was behind his desk again, he shuffled up the previous papers and replaced them with a new sorted stack.

"Okay, so first off," He began rambling on about law enforcement, meetings, and such.

The two of you were meeting under family circumstances– his father had probably told him it was about work and all, and Tre seemed to take it seriously.

Your father had also done so, but you thought of it more as a "playdate" because you never really cared for all that political stuff. Or whatever he was on about.

However, you knew how much Tre cared about his father and his words.

So you just sat there and listened, nodding every now and then, paying more heed to Tre than to the conversation.

"...are you listening?"

He asked after a bit, interrupting your blank daze.

You blinked, casually readjusting your head's position in your palms to one hand.

"Yeah, I'm all ears." You responded smoothly.

For a moment he seemed skeptical.

"Police stuff, rules, go on." You continued, just as calmly.

Promptly, he carried on.

He spoke for a while longer, before you decided you were just about finished and chimed in.

"So is there somewhere this whole..."

You made a motion in the air with one hand.

"..thing is going?" You finished, giving him slightly bored yet inquisitive eyes.

"What? Do you mean?" He said, looking up from his notes after processing your words.

You pursed your lips, tilting your head to the side.

"I mean... you seem eager and all, but I myself am getting a bit less... excited."

"Excited?"

"Mm." You hummed vaguely, waiting quietly for a second.

Unfortunately he just had no clue what you were trying to communicate so you clarified accordingly.

"You see, I didn't really agree to come here to talk cops and diplomacy– don't get me wrong, it's cute that you're so bright about it," 

You started, standing up and walking over to an adjacent window and rearranging the curtains.

Tre's gaze followed you as you moved and rested yourself leaning against the windowsill.

"Simply put, I came here for something else. Y'know?" You raised a brow at him.

Tre only deadpanned.

"What are you trying to say? You're being so vague..."

Your simper faded in the beginnings of annoyance.

You folded your arms.

"I'm here to spend time with you, dummy."

Tre's eyes then widened with realization.

"..ohhh," he nodded slowly, "why didn't you just say so?"

You now viewed him with lidded eyes.

"Mhm." You returned dryly. 

"Anyway," you pushed off the windowsill, walking over and sliding back into your seat in a more comfortable position, 

"wanna actually talk now?"

"I...thought we were talking." Tre answered, rubbing an arm nervously.

"Unrelated to all that meeting stuff." You said, waving a dismissive hand.

"Oh...okay."

He paused as he tried to think up something to say.

"You...doing good?"

"I'm doing great."

...

"Sorry, I'm not the best at this-" he apologized awkwardly.

"No no no, it's fine." You reassured him. 

"How about this: what should I call you? Because I've gotten a bit tired of 'sideburns boy'. And Tre's too plain for me now."

He smiled a tad with the question and thought genuinely.

"I don't know." He put two fingers under his chin. 

"Hmmm...I mean I'd appreciate 'sir' from you." He answered, although in a joking manner.

"Hm. Okay then, 'Sir' Sideburns." You grinned.

For some reason that neither of you understood, his cheeks glowed faint crimson.

You almost snorted, but kept your composure and restrained from teasing.

"Nicknames aside, how have you been?" You said, redirecting the conversation.

"Oh. Um...well. I've been alright. Busy. Officer-in-training duties and all that." He replied. 

You could catch a hint of pride in his speech.

"Very nice."

"Yes." He beamed. Then his smile sank. 

"If only dad'd think so too..." He whispered quietly.

Your brow creased.

...

"Apple juice or coffee?"

"..excuse me?"

"You heard me. Would you rather, apple juice or coffee?"

"W-wh- uh- well, it-it depends, why?"

You smirked.

"Knew it."

"You never answered my question-"

You stood abruptly, pointing a finger at his face. He blinked in confusion.

"Mae's Café, tomorrow, 3pm. Coffee and apple juice on me." You winked, turning.

"Huh???"

"It's a date!" You called over your shoulder, before shutting the door behind you.

...

"...damn."

(dedicated to Knucklesandshadowfan and all the other Tre simpers out there ig)