Queer 'n Crazy (Sanders Sides Human! Au)

Chapter 22

Hello, fellow Fanders!

Again, I'm sorry I didn't publish the last chapter, I swear I thought I did. I did that once with my last story as well... it's such an unpleasant feeling!

Anyway, this chapter is actually going to be in Picani's POV, so that's going to be a challenge! And can we take a moment to appreciate how much work goes into the cartoon therapy videos? They're both like, half an hour long... that production time!

Also, does anyone listen to the Oh Hellos? I love them so much I swear to god-

WARNINGS : Mentions of medicine, possible tomfoolery, mentions of abusive households, mentions of the foster system, I think that's it?

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Emile hummed along to the sound of his slightly muffled footsteps on the well-worn hallway carpet. He loved his kiddos, sure, but talking through that many issues... The stuff these kids had been through certainly wasn't light, but Picani wouldn't change his job for the world.

Even still, lunch breaks were appreciated.

It was calming. The school had about 30 therapists on site every day, meaning that everyone got well acquainted with each other. Occasionally a couple of the other staff members would join them, and they'd all take a break from the students and sit together in a comfy room full of armchairs; quietly chatting while the 2PM sun filtered in through the windows. It was a good way to relax a bit, and maybe get their own concerns off their chest.

A grin spread across his cheeks as he swung the door open, the inviting smell of cocoa and pasta filling the air.

"Emile!"

"Afternoon, Jenna darling." he chirped as he slipped his backpack off and leaned it against a slightly overstuffed couch. The brunette smiled, waving at him from across a coffee table, chewing on a mouthful of cannelloni.

"Hwow'f yrou beenuh?"she asked with bulging cheeks.

"I've been fine, how about you? And don't talk with a mouthful, it's unbecoming." he chided, pulling out his own lunch. It was teriyaki chicken from last night's dinner, one of Emile's favourites. No doubt Remy had noted that while he'd packed it.

Emile picked a small square of lilac paper out of the side of his lunch bag, chuckling at his husbands' handwriting.

I be-leaf in you!

There was a crudely drawn picture of a smiling leaf underneath it; Emile smiled fondly.

"Is that from Rem?" asked Jenna after she'd finally swallowed. Emile nodded, handing the piece of paper over.

"Yup." Jenna let out a small noise of adoration, before handing it back without a single crease, and handing Emile a pen.

Just as routine stated, Emile wrote yet another pun on the back of it. It was a small tradition of theirs; the couple would often find little paper squares tucked into pockets of coats, bags, and sometimes even pinned to socks.

Jenna chuckled as Emile drew a messy olive - Olive you so much it hurts! - before tucked it into his pocket to slip to his husband when he got home.

"The two of you are adorable." she sighed, leaning back. "I really hope I can find someone that fits me as well as you two fit together. Where did you meet again?"

"Starbucks." hummed Emile happily around a mouthful of rice. "Rem worked there." Jenna merely groaned in response, falling back onto her armchair.

"It's not fair! That's like, the perfect meeting!" she shot an accusing look at Emile. "Was it during the fall?" Emile laughed, his nose glowing with an oncoming blush. She gaped at him.