discs, dinners, and diatribes
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tenna’s hands jerk up next to his sides, almost nervous spamton would lose his balance. the addison pauses, looking down at the hands by his side for a moment before turning his attention to tenna, who seemed to lose all interest in their game. slowly, almost as if waiting for spamton to lash out or kick him, he lowers his hands to settle over spamton’s waist. when spamton doesn’t squirm, yell, or bite, tenna chuckles, the sound barely more than a puff of disbelief.
their faces are so close, spamton can feel the humming from the screen against his face, could almost feel tenna’s mechanics whirring under his chassis.
or in which spamton gets called in late to help tenna with a project, and in which spamton grapples with how badly he wants tenna
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- Part 1 of discs, dinners, and diatribes
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Spamton takes one glance at the papers at the desk and groans. “if you dragged me into your office to talk about work during my lunch break, i’m gonna start a fuckin’ union. do you know what the pippins have been saying about us, tenna? theyre gossipping about us. they’re saying we’re in a situationship. you aren’t helping with the rumors when you act all sweet and call me into your office during my lunch breaks”
"what’s a situationship?"
spamton groans, curling in on himself. "fuck, you’re so old, you don't even know what a situationship is. honestly, tens.”
“you are the most impatient person i’ve ever worked with, did you know that? really, spam. do you hate surprises? goodness.” tenna sniffs at him, almost petulant. it makes spamton laugh to see the big superstar of the tv world sulk like a child.
fondness warm in his chest, spamton sighs.
“fine— i’ll bite. surprise me.”
or in which tenna and spamton have an incredibly unproductive lunch meeting and do not have an hr department to keep them in check.
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- Part 2 of discs, dinners, and diatribes