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EXPENSE REPORT
Fandom: RP (Trustfell round 3), I'm not listing all of these
Character(s): Isaac, Ferid, mentions of others
Pairing(s): Ferid/Isaac
Word Count: 923
Summary: Ferid and Aligula throw the annual office party. It's surprisingly sane.
Notes: For Peace! Also set in office AU since that's just a thing now, I guess. Also if Isaac isn't involved in science I'm convinced he'd be an accountant. NO ONE SANE COULD ENJOY MATH.
Office holiday parties have always been a real drag around here. Last year’s was so boring that Walter had threatened to bring something strong enough liven things up. It was definitely a threat and no one questioned where he’d find something like that at seven o’clock on a Thursday. Things have certainly been more lively since the Perfect Party Planning Committee took over, but there’s no way anyone’s ever saying no to Ferid or Aligula. It doesn’t matter that they don’t have the budget for the parties those two throw, they’re going to get exactly what they want regardless of the cost.
The dynamic duo have been gleefully planning (and taking over the conference room with the blinds drawn to prevent “spoilers”) and no amount of prying has gotten anything out of them. Inigo’s flirting failed, Katniss’s blunt approach did nothing, and even their boss hadn’t gotten anything out of them. Usually it was kind of fun to watch Ginti try to talk to those two and get shut down spectacularly, but there actually are legitimate complaints this year.
“You do know you’re going to get us in a lot of trouble if you’re as extravagant as you were for Aligula’s birthday party.” Isaac warns Ferid in passing.
Ferid just waves him off with a light laugh. It’s dismissive, but not condescending. Isaac’s honestly not sure when or how he had learned the difference. “We’ll keep it within your strict budget, I promise! But you must come, Isaac! No ducking out early this time!”
“It wasn’t even Aligula’s birthday,” He complains, but Ferid’s already skipped out the door.
The party is surprisingly low-key for Ferid and Aligula - decorations in bright colors and garlands strung everywhere a garland could be conceivably strung (and some places they can’t), but there’s no sign of overpriced food or alcohol and there isn’t even a fancy ice sculpture taking up most of the conference room table. It’s actually sane, and Isaac’s not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed.
Secret Santa keeps everyone’s attention for quite some time. There are quite a few horribly unfitting gifts in there: Robert got Jean a whole ham that he’s been staring longingly at since she opened it, Chitoge got Naoto a pair of handcuffs that are totally not for anything but capturing criminals, and someone got Cilan a vibrator and won’t own up to it. It’s exactly the sort of stupid shenanigans that Isaac would expect from his coworkers. There are a few better gifts there though - Aligula had a kokeshi doll carved for Ginti and Yuri offered to fight Terumi outside in the parking lot (which is probably against at least a few rules, but it’s not like anyone cares).
Ferid’s suddenly in Isaac’s personal space and before he can even jolt away from his exceptionally pretty coworker, Ferid’s whispering something in his ear. “I have your gift back in your office.”
Isaac is suddenly very aware of how red he is (and surely everyone else is, right?) but he can only manage to nod before Ferid’s slipped away and returned to mingling with the rest of their coworkers. It takes Isaac longer than it probably should to get up.
His office is completely untouched, surprisingly. Ferid and Aligula managed to decorate almost all of the other offices (including Ginti’s, somehow) but his is almost disappointingly bare. It’s not as though he’d want Ferid to mess with his things in order to hang decorations from the walls and ceiling, but the fact that no effort was put forth is a little concerning.
Maybe he totally misread the mood and Ferid meant nothing by that remark?
Isaac moves around the desk to sit in his chair and that’s when he notices the one thing out of place. It’s an expense report, neatly written up and submitted before he needs it. Ferid actually handled it instead of Aligula, so he won’t have to hunt her down and tell her to write in blue or black ink, not pink and maybe it’s just a little thing, but he appreciates the thought. Ferid and Aligula managed to keep the party under budget too, which is a pleasant surprise.
“I see you found your present,” Ferid’s in the doorway now and Isaac’s really not sure when he got there. “Merry Christmas, Isaac.” His smile lacks the usual edge it has when he’s messing around, so that seems to be genuine.
“Thanks. I really appreciate it.” Isaac pauses for a moment, then continues awkwardly, “I uh... I didn’t get you anything. I just sort of figured we weren’t going to do presents since we were doing the Secret Santa thing—”
Ferid cuts him off with a short, pleased laugh. “Oh, you’ve already given me my present.”
“What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, Ferid points up above his head. Isaac’s not sure how he missed it, but hanging there in the doorway is perfectly placed mistletoe. “If you want to leave the room, you’ll have to kiss me.” Ferid’s smile isn’t quite as pleasant anymore. “You’ve walked right into my trap.”
It takes Isaac a moment to find something to say. “Why are you like this?” He’s trying not to smile though, even as he stands and approaches Ferid.
“It’s more fun when you’re embarrassed,” But he doesn’t complain any when Isaac leans in to kiss him.
Maybe next year he’ll expand the budget.
Character(s): Isaac, Ferid, mentions of others
Pairing(s): Ferid/Isaac
Word Count: 923
Summary: Ferid and Aligula throw the annual office party. It's surprisingly sane.
Notes: For Peace! Also set in office AU since that's just a thing now, I guess. Also if Isaac isn't involved in science I'm convinced he'd be an accountant. NO ONE SANE COULD ENJOY MATH.
Office holiday parties have always been a real drag around here. Last year’s was so boring that Walter had threatened to bring something strong enough liven things up. It was definitely a threat and no one questioned where he’d find something like that at seven o’clock on a Thursday. Things have certainly been more lively since the Perfect Party Planning Committee took over, but there’s no way anyone’s ever saying no to Ferid or Aligula. It doesn’t matter that they don’t have the budget for the parties those two throw, they’re going to get exactly what they want regardless of the cost.
The dynamic duo have been gleefully planning (and taking over the conference room with the blinds drawn to prevent “spoilers”) and no amount of prying has gotten anything out of them. Inigo’s flirting failed, Katniss’s blunt approach did nothing, and even their boss hadn’t gotten anything out of them. Usually it was kind of fun to watch Ginti try to talk to those two and get shut down spectacularly, but there actually are legitimate complaints this year.
“You do know you’re going to get us in a lot of trouble if you’re as extravagant as you were for Aligula’s birthday party.” Isaac warns Ferid in passing.
Ferid just waves him off with a light laugh. It’s dismissive, but not condescending. Isaac’s honestly not sure when or how he had learned the difference. “We’ll keep it within your strict budget, I promise! But you must come, Isaac! No ducking out early this time!”
“It wasn’t even Aligula’s birthday,” He complains, but Ferid’s already skipped out the door.
The party is surprisingly low-key for Ferid and Aligula - decorations in bright colors and garlands strung everywhere a garland could be conceivably strung (and some places they can’t), but there’s no sign of overpriced food or alcohol and there isn’t even a fancy ice sculpture taking up most of the conference room table. It’s actually sane, and Isaac’s not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed.
Secret Santa keeps everyone’s attention for quite some time. There are quite a few horribly unfitting gifts in there: Robert got Jean a whole ham that he’s been staring longingly at since she opened it, Chitoge got Naoto a pair of handcuffs that are totally not for anything but capturing criminals, and someone got Cilan a vibrator and won’t own up to it. It’s exactly the sort of stupid shenanigans that Isaac would expect from his coworkers. There are a few better gifts there though - Aligula had a kokeshi doll carved for Ginti and Yuri offered to fight Terumi outside in the parking lot (which is probably against at least a few rules, but it’s not like anyone cares).
Ferid’s suddenly in Isaac’s personal space and before he can even jolt away from his exceptionally pretty coworker, Ferid’s whispering something in his ear. “I have your gift back in your office.”
Isaac is suddenly very aware of how red he is (and surely everyone else is, right?) but he can only manage to nod before Ferid’s slipped away and returned to mingling with the rest of their coworkers. It takes Isaac longer than it probably should to get up.
His office is completely untouched, surprisingly. Ferid and Aligula managed to decorate almost all of the other offices (including Ginti’s, somehow) but his is almost disappointingly bare. It’s not as though he’d want Ferid to mess with his things in order to hang decorations from the walls and ceiling, but the fact that no effort was put forth is a little concerning.
Maybe he totally misread the mood and Ferid meant nothing by that remark?
Isaac moves around the desk to sit in his chair and that’s when he notices the one thing out of place. It’s an expense report, neatly written up and submitted before he needs it. Ferid actually handled it instead of Aligula, so he won’t have to hunt her down and tell her to write in blue or black ink, not pink and maybe it’s just a little thing, but he appreciates the thought. Ferid and Aligula managed to keep the party under budget too, which is a pleasant surprise.
“I see you found your present,” Ferid’s in the doorway now and Isaac’s really not sure when he got there. “Merry Christmas, Isaac.” His smile lacks the usual edge it has when he’s messing around, so that seems to be genuine.
“Thanks. I really appreciate it.” Isaac pauses for a moment, then continues awkwardly, “I uh... I didn’t get you anything. I just sort of figured we weren’t going to do presents since we were doing the Secret Santa thing—”
Ferid cuts him off with a short, pleased laugh. “Oh, you’ve already given me my present.”
“What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, Ferid points up above his head. Isaac’s not sure how he missed it, but hanging there in the doorway is perfectly placed mistletoe. “If you want to leave the room, you’ll have to kiss me.” Ferid’s smile isn’t quite as pleasant anymore. “You’ve walked right into my trap.”
It takes Isaac a moment to find something to say. “Why are you like this?” He’s trying not to smile though, even as he stands and approaches Ferid.
“It’s more fun when you’re embarrassed,” But he doesn’t complain any when Isaac leans in to kiss him.
Maybe next year he’ll expand the budget.