FF#3: If You Like It
FF#3: If You Like It
Flash Fic Prompt #3: Too Far, Too Fast
“Alright. That's it. I've had it.”
He slammed the door, he stomped his feet, his threw his gear bag... somewhere. It was nice to be messy... or, at least, pretend that he was messy. The lair... No, not lair. She called it the lair. He called it... home base? Command central? Hell? Whatever. The point was that the place was too organized, too sterile to be considered messy, no matter how many bags he tossed around haphazardly. And Roy had no doubt that, as soon as she arrived... which would be soon, because she was always on time, she was always punctual, she was always perfectly perfect... she would right it. Would fix it. Would handle it.
Ugh.
He half shivered, half cringed at the thought. Thoughts. And then he groaned.
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