Prompt Post Round 2
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Rick was pacing the floor and almost fuming. “Jesus, what a prick!”
“…F-fact: Wheatley is designed to be a moron. It is not his fault that it is his fault that he totally ruined the moment,” Fact said, propping himself up so that he was seated on the desk. His face was still a little flushed from momentary embarrassment and something else, and he ran a hand through his hair to straighten it a bit. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, babe,” Rick replied absentmindedly, his pacing slowing down again. “I just… shit, why did he have to barge in right then?”
“Fact: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong, and Wheatley is designed to facilitate the going-wrong of things.” A little self consciously, Fact crossed his legs to cover himself.
“Hmph… guess you’re right.”
“Fact: The Fact Personality is always right.” After a pause, he continued in an almost impatient tone: “In addition to this, the Fact Personality is right in his assumption that the Adventure Personality will come back over and finish what he started.”
Rick stopped pacing and looked over to his companion - seated on the desk with his legs casually crossed, glasses skewed on of a flushed face with ruffled blonde hair, pants and underwear completely gone, shirt on its way to joining them. He couldn’t help the sly smile that crawled onto his face when his green-eyed gaze was matched by Fact’s pink.
He strutted back over to the desk, the sly grin having taken over his whole face and turned it into an expression of almost smug contentment, or perhaps anticipation; his fingers fiddled with his belt and fly as he walked. “Hmm… well, if you’re always right, I suppose,” he drawled, now up to the desk and nudging Fact’s legs apart again, his own pants having fallen down to the floor with a soft thud a few moments ago. Fact’s sly little smirk matched Rick’s grin as Rick got back between Fact’s long legs, the two leaning in to crush their lips against each other’s in a kiss.
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Wheatley was fast asleep in his bunk when Rick and Fact returned to the dormitories hours later. For the best, really.
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Excellent work <3
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