Beast
Prompt: Post-depositions, established relationship. They get a dog. And the dog is BEAST. :D
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Mark/Eduardo Promptfest
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, the universe created belongs to Aaron Sorkin and David Fincher, the real people belongs to themselves and this is all just embarrassing writing for fun.
Unbetaed currently
“A Shih Zu?” Eduardo asked flipping through the dog book he had bought at the Petsmart earlier in the day.
“Too small.”
“A Havanese?”
“Too girly.”
“Borzoi?”
“Too loud, one of my neighbors had one. They bark all night long,” Mark added, he then snickered remembering how Randi got it to shut up one day after a few hours of that non-stop barking.
Eduardo shrugged, they had gone through ton of breeds. Mark had vetoed anything that was ugly (Rottweiler, Boxer, Greyhounds… apparently they were anorexic dogs who knew?), anything that was a toy, anything that had spots because spots made their coats look dirty, and anything that started with the letter ‘C’ because it remembered him of the Chow-Chow that lived next door.
They both really hated that damn Chow-Chow.
“We’re running out of dog breeds,” Eduardo announced striking another “ugly” dog off the list.
“There are hundreds of dog breeds, there have to be a few that haven’t be rejected yet,” Mark pointed out looking over the paper, okay so they had deemed at least 100 as absolutely not but that didn’t mean they were doomed to be dog-less either.
Perhaps the mistake was Eduardo deciding to get Mark a dog in the first place. It was their anniversary and what do you give a man who can have or buy anything? There was nothing so Eduardo decided that the most valuable thing he could give Mark would be a new friend.
Because real friends were completely impossible to buy or get on just any old day. They had be special and in Mark’s case come special or else they wouldn’t survive very long. Immediately, Eduardo had ruled out getting him a cat.
The cat would only fill the “status quo” at Mark’s desk by eating and sleeping, Eduardo could just give him Dustin with duct tape over his mouth if that was the goal. Though the mental imagery Eduardo had of Dustin being duct taped and laid out across Mark’s desk was rather amusing.
In the end, it was decided that it had to be a dog because a dog would play with Mark, maybe get Mark to put his flip-flops in his mouth and carry it around, and keep him company at work since Eduardo’s office was across town (he was really getting tired of spending half his day on his phone texting Mark).
The dog was a necessary distraction but so far Mark had shown little interest in picking one out, and plenty in rejecting of the dog. It was becoming hopeless but Eduardo had learned a thing or two from Mark over the years and one was if you pushed back (and kept on pushing relentlessly) eventually Mark would cave to appease you if he liked you enough.
“Afghan Hound?”
Mark seemed to debate this for a second, “On the right track.”
Eduardo flipped back through the hound section, “Hungarian Vizsla?”
“Wait Hungarian, what other breeds are Hungarian?” Mark asked after a minute, he finally put down his laptop, stopped updating his Facebook page and started glancing over Eduardo’s shoulder.
“Uh Uh Uh,” Eduardo said wildly flipping through the book, trying to appear calm but failing as bubbly excitement threatened to take over, his hands were shaking slightly at the notion that Mark was now invested. That he was taking an active approach after hours of trying to convince him that this was what he wanted- no needed.
Mark reached out to grab his hand silently, he could tell Eduardo was excited from the small curve of his lips and the gleam in his eye but the twitching was just a little much. They were picking out a dog not a wedding ring at Tiffany’s.
“A Komondor, a Kuvasz, a Muli… a Puli….”
“Stop, Stop right there. What’s the difference between a Komondor and a Puli?” Mark asked pointing to the similar looking hound dogs, they appeared to be of similiar height, weight, and appearance with these kind of “dreadlocks” for dogs.
Mark liked the idea of having a bad ass rap star dog.
Eduardo glanced down at the page facts, “I’d say the Puli is more active and overall will weigh less even if we accidentally overfeed it,” he added anticipating that knowing Mark he would dump an entire bag of food and leave it with the dog for two days straight.
Mark grinned, “I want the active dog.”
Mission success. Dog Picked. Now to find one.
--
The first search didn’t go so well for Eduardo, three newspapers, four internet searches, and a visit to the local puppy shelter and no one had a Puli.
The next search gave him results in Canada. Smuggling a puppy across the border (not that this was illegal mind you) wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time. Even if it was completely by the books, really driving Nova Scotia did not sound like a good time.
The third time, he tried Facebook. Shamelessly posting on his wall ’Mark Zuckerberg and Eduardo Saverin need a Puli anyone have adoption locations?’
460,000 page visits later, 325,000 likes, and 130 comments later and people had offered them their dog for stock options, locations too far away, and offered to sell their older dogs. Well an older dog wasn’t going to be able to play with Mark, he needed something that was working on cylinders.
Then he saw it, on Mark’s wall of all things.
Mark had actually asked a similar thing, Mark had shown actual public interest!
’Want a Puli, someone find me where to get one. Price isn’t an issue.’
Eduardo say a stray comment from someone in Oregon claiming to have a new litter of Puli puppies ready to be adopted in two weeks, four boys, and three girls.
Mark had sent a like and a reply with ‘Save one of the boys, preferably a white one’.
At least they didn’t have to debate the color of the dog.
Eduardo sent him a direct message from work, ‘Two weeks and then we go?’
Mark sent back a map to the house, a schedule, and a order confirmation for a digital camera from ebay. Oh yeah, he was excited.
--
It was a quick exchange, Mark had paid the owner way more than a normal person would spend on a dog. They got in the car and right away Eduardo started snapping photos.
“Can you hold him up?”
“Wardo, I’m driving,” Mark pointed out petting the ball of fluff, Beast was comfortably sleeping on Eduardo’s lap, laid out like Eduardo was his bed.
“Mark,” he whined slightly, “I want to take pictures of him sleeping- like babies first car ride.”
Mark rolled his eyes, they adopted a dog not a baby!
“It’s not a person, it’s a dog and we have like 8 more hours in the car and I really want to get back to Facebook,” Mark complained back giving Eduardo his best angry coder look, the one that made the interns go running to Chris back in the day.
To an outsider it looked like Mark didn’t even care but Eduardo knew better. He had just yesterday went to Petsmart with Eduardo- Petsmart. Mark who didn’t even know where the grocery store was located somehow had found a way to reach a Petsmart.
And not only that, Mark had went through the store picking out various toys for the dog. He had bought a pull rope with tug of war capabilities, a nice bed, a ton of squeaky toys, and a ball for the dog to play catch with. Mark even bought a trainer book and setup pre-date appointments for grooming and neutering the dog.
Eduardo was all for crossing those bridges when they came along but the proof of Mark’s care simply came down to the fact that he planned ahead. Planning wasn’t exactly Mark’s forte and frankly he had to be happy in his way for him to even consider the future.
It was sweet even if his attention was already back to Facebook, which Eduardo had plenty of experience with being second place to.
“Can we take him to the office?”
“Naturally what else is he going to do all day?” Mark stated like a question but it wasn’t.
He had already decided that the dog would spend the days at the office with him and Eduardo could come in at lunch and walk Beast or keep him distracted so Mark could be a robot.
Eduardo laughed and then Beast woke up and squeaked out a bark in approval.
“Oh yea, he’ll love staying with you all day.”
“The employees will love him.”
And so that’s how the start of their beautiful friendship began, and then Beast got his own Facebook which Eduardo kept updated all day.
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Mark/Eduardo Promptfest
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, the universe created belongs to Aaron Sorkin and David Fincher, the real people belongs to themselves and this is all just embarrassing writing for fun.
Unbetaed currently
“A Shih Zu?” Eduardo asked flipping through the dog book he had bought at the Petsmart earlier in the day.
“Too small.”
“A Havanese?”
“Too girly.”
“Borzoi?”
“Too loud, one of my neighbors had one. They bark all night long,” Mark added, he then snickered remembering how Randi got it to shut up one day after a few hours of that non-stop barking.
Eduardo shrugged, they had gone through ton of breeds. Mark had vetoed anything that was ugly (Rottweiler, Boxer, Greyhounds… apparently they were anorexic dogs who knew?), anything that was a toy, anything that had spots because spots made their coats look dirty, and anything that started with the letter ‘C’ because it remembered him of the Chow-Chow that lived next door.
They both really hated that damn Chow-Chow.
“We’re running out of dog breeds,” Eduardo announced striking another “ugly” dog off the list.
“There are hundreds of dog breeds, there have to be a few that haven’t be rejected yet,” Mark pointed out looking over the paper, okay so they had deemed at least 100 as absolutely not but that didn’t mean they were doomed to be dog-less either.
Perhaps the mistake was Eduardo deciding to get Mark a dog in the first place. It was their anniversary and what do you give a man who can have or buy anything? There was nothing so Eduardo decided that the most valuable thing he could give Mark would be a new friend.
Because real friends were completely impossible to buy or get on just any old day. They had be special and in Mark’s case come special or else they wouldn’t survive very long. Immediately, Eduardo had ruled out getting him a cat.
The cat would only fill the “status quo” at Mark’s desk by eating and sleeping, Eduardo could just give him Dustin with duct tape over his mouth if that was the goal. Though the mental imagery Eduardo had of Dustin being duct taped and laid out across Mark’s desk was rather amusing.
In the end, it was decided that it had to be a dog because a dog would play with Mark, maybe get Mark to put his flip-flops in his mouth and carry it around, and keep him company at work since Eduardo’s office was across town (he was really getting tired of spending half his day on his phone texting Mark).
The dog was a necessary distraction but so far Mark had shown little interest in picking one out, and plenty in rejecting of the dog. It was becoming hopeless but Eduardo had learned a thing or two from Mark over the years and one was if you pushed back (and kept on pushing relentlessly) eventually Mark would cave to appease you if he liked you enough.
“Afghan Hound?”
Mark seemed to debate this for a second, “On the right track.”
Eduardo flipped back through the hound section, “Hungarian Vizsla?”
“Wait Hungarian, what other breeds are Hungarian?” Mark asked after a minute, he finally put down his laptop, stopped updating his Facebook page and started glancing over Eduardo’s shoulder.
“Uh Uh Uh,” Eduardo said wildly flipping through the book, trying to appear calm but failing as bubbly excitement threatened to take over, his hands were shaking slightly at the notion that Mark was now invested. That he was taking an active approach after hours of trying to convince him that this was what he wanted- no needed.
Mark reached out to grab his hand silently, he could tell Eduardo was excited from the small curve of his lips and the gleam in his eye but the twitching was just a little much. They were picking out a dog not a wedding ring at Tiffany’s.
“A Komondor, a Kuvasz, a Muli… a Puli….”
“Stop, Stop right there. What’s the difference between a Komondor and a Puli?” Mark asked pointing to the similar looking hound dogs, they appeared to be of similiar height, weight, and appearance with these kind of “dreadlocks” for dogs.
Mark liked the idea of having a bad ass rap star dog.
Eduardo glanced down at the page facts, “I’d say the Puli is more active and overall will weigh less even if we accidentally overfeed it,” he added anticipating that knowing Mark he would dump an entire bag of food and leave it with the dog for two days straight.
Mark grinned, “I want the active dog.”
Mission success. Dog Picked. Now to find one.
--
The first search didn’t go so well for Eduardo, three newspapers, four internet searches, and a visit to the local puppy shelter and no one had a Puli.
The next search gave him results in Canada. Smuggling a puppy across the border (not that this was illegal mind you) wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time. Even if it was completely by the books, really driving Nova Scotia did not sound like a good time.
The third time, he tried Facebook. Shamelessly posting on his wall ’Mark Zuckerberg and Eduardo Saverin need a Puli anyone have adoption locations?’
460,000 page visits later, 325,000 likes, and 130 comments later and people had offered them their dog for stock options, locations too far away, and offered to sell their older dogs. Well an older dog wasn’t going to be able to play with Mark, he needed something that was working on cylinders.
Then he saw it, on Mark’s wall of all things.
Mark had actually asked a similar thing, Mark had shown actual public interest!
’Want a Puli, someone find me where to get one. Price isn’t an issue.’
Eduardo say a stray comment from someone in Oregon claiming to have a new litter of Puli puppies ready to be adopted in two weeks, four boys, and three girls.
Mark had sent a like and a reply with ‘Save one of the boys, preferably a white one’.
At least they didn’t have to debate the color of the dog.
Eduardo sent him a direct message from work, ‘Two weeks and then we go?’
Mark sent back a map to the house, a schedule, and a order confirmation for a digital camera from ebay. Oh yeah, he was excited.
--
It was a quick exchange, Mark had paid the owner way more than a normal person would spend on a dog. They got in the car and right away Eduardo started snapping photos.
“Can you hold him up?”
“Wardo, I’m driving,” Mark pointed out petting the ball of fluff, Beast was comfortably sleeping on Eduardo’s lap, laid out like Eduardo was his bed.
“Mark,” he whined slightly, “I want to take pictures of him sleeping- like babies first car ride.”
Mark rolled his eyes, they adopted a dog not a baby!
“It’s not a person, it’s a dog and we have like 8 more hours in the car and I really want to get back to Facebook,” Mark complained back giving Eduardo his best angry coder look, the one that made the interns go running to Chris back in the day.
To an outsider it looked like Mark didn’t even care but Eduardo knew better. He had just yesterday went to Petsmart with Eduardo- Petsmart. Mark who didn’t even know where the grocery store was located somehow had found a way to reach a Petsmart.
And not only that, Mark had went through the store picking out various toys for the dog. He had bought a pull rope with tug of war capabilities, a nice bed, a ton of squeaky toys, and a ball for the dog to play catch with. Mark even bought a trainer book and setup pre-date appointments for grooming and neutering the dog.
Eduardo was all for crossing those bridges when they came along but the proof of Mark’s care simply came down to the fact that he planned ahead. Planning wasn’t exactly Mark’s forte and frankly he had to be happy in his way for him to even consider the future.
It was sweet even if his attention was already back to Facebook, which Eduardo had plenty of experience with being second place to.
“Can we take him to the office?”
“Naturally what else is he going to do all day?” Mark stated like a question but it wasn’t.
He had already decided that the dog would spend the days at the office with him and Eduardo could come in at lunch and walk Beast or keep him distracted so Mark could be a robot.
Eduardo laughed and then Beast woke up and squeaked out a bark in approval.
“Oh yea, he’ll love staying with you all day.”
“The employees will love him.”
And so that’s how the start of their beautiful friendship began, and then Beast got his own Facebook which Eduardo kept updated all day.