#003 - Angry
A post-IHOP drabble, for your reading pleasure...
Angry
“You smell like pancakes again.”
Waspinator jumped at the sound of his partner’s voice. Inferno’s tone was borderline accusing, laced with anger and suspicion, and the smaller man knew nothing good could come of this.
He had been out for pancakes that day; he liked them and if all it took to get them was putting up with Chloe for an hour or so, who was he to argue? He knew the human saw him as some one in need of help or guidance or something, but he also knew he was the one doing the guiding. This organic and his young race thought they knew so much…But, in reality, they knew very little, if anything. Waspinator liked to watch Chloe make a fool of himself.
The small man swiveled the chair he was sitting in around to face Inferno, who’s face was screwed up in anger. Waspinator had arrived back at the office about half an hour ago, only to find it dark and empty. Not sure where Inferno had gone, he’d plopped down in the desk chair to entertain himself on the computer until the missing ant had returned home.
“Ate pancakez…Makez sense that Wazpinator smell like them.” He cocked his head, looking at Inferno curiously. Honestly, what was he so mad about?
Inferno twitched a little at the casual response, half-unfamiliar feelings coursing through him and making something inside his chest burn with jealousy. He hated that blond, arrogant human and he hated that Waspinator spent so much time with him when they found themselves organic. The jealousy was irrational; he would have known if his mate harbored any feelings for the drone, or even if he was doing any fooling around. But Inferno was possessive and it didn’t sit well that his partner was spending time with any one other than him.
“You were with that foolish human again.” Inferno ground out, hands balling into fists at his sides.
“Yezz.” There was no point in denying it, so Waspinator didn’t bother to try. He didn’t have anything to hide, anyway, because he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Why?” Inferno had a habit of getting more and more demanding when Waspinator was so unhelpful with explanations or answers, and he practically barked out the question, gritting his teeth and turning a burning glare on his companion.
“Becauze.” Waspinator ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up on the side, an innocent smile crossing his face, “Iz stupid human…Need some one to put him in hizz place.” He leaned back in the chair, looking up at Inferno, all honesty and openness. “Hazz to learn that he not know everything…Needz to learn that he can’t always have thingz hiz way, that he not so smart. And who elze gonna teach him?”
Inferno considered that, looking down at his little mate, who was all big eyes and childish smiles wrapped in a brightly colored striped t-shirt. He thought at times that Waspinator was too trusting and considered that this was dangerous; that this human would try to use him in some way, a thought which made him even more pissed off.
A mischievous little grin crossed the small man’s face as he continued, “Besidezz…Iz fun to laugh at him when he say something stupid.”
Inferno snorted a little at that, posture becoming more relaxed as the anger and worry faded. Waspinator would be just fine.
And Inferno could always just burn any one who hurt him, anyway.
Angry
“You smell like pancakes again.”
Waspinator jumped at the sound of his partner’s voice. Inferno’s tone was borderline accusing, laced with anger and suspicion, and the smaller man knew nothing good could come of this.
He had been out for pancakes that day; he liked them and if all it took to get them was putting up with Chloe for an hour or so, who was he to argue? He knew the human saw him as some one in need of help or guidance or something, but he also knew he was the one doing the guiding. This organic and his young race thought they knew so much…But, in reality, they knew very little, if anything. Waspinator liked to watch Chloe make a fool of himself.
The small man swiveled the chair he was sitting in around to face Inferno, who’s face was screwed up in anger. Waspinator had arrived back at the office about half an hour ago, only to find it dark and empty. Not sure where Inferno had gone, he’d plopped down in the desk chair to entertain himself on the computer until the missing ant had returned home.
“Ate pancakez…Makez sense that Wazpinator smell like them.” He cocked his head, looking at Inferno curiously. Honestly, what was he so mad about?
Inferno twitched a little at the casual response, half-unfamiliar feelings coursing through him and making something inside his chest burn with jealousy. He hated that blond, arrogant human and he hated that Waspinator spent so much time with him when they found themselves organic. The jealousy was irrational; he would have known if his mate harbored any feelings for the drone, or even if he was doing any fooling around. But Inferno was possessive and it didn’t sit well that his partner was spending time with any one other than him.
“You were with that foolish human again.” Inferno ground out, hands balling into fists at his sides.
“Yezz.” There was no point in denying it, so Waspinator didn’t bother to try. He didn’t have anything to hide, anyway, because he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Why?” Inferno had a habit of getting more and more demanding when Waspinator was so unhelpful with explanations or answers, and he practically barked out the question, gritting his teeth and turning a burning glare on his companion.
“Becauze.” Waspinator ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up on the side, an innocent smile crossing his face, “Iz stupid human…Need some one to put him in hizz place.” He leaned back in the chair, looking up at Inferno, all honesty and openness. “Hazz to learn that he not know everything…Needz to learn that he can’t always have thingz hiz way, that he not so smart. And who elze gonna teach him?”
Inferno considered that, looking down at his little mate, who was all big eyes and childish smiles wrapped in a brightly colored striped t-shirt. He thought at times that Waspinator was too trusting and considered that this was dangerous; that this human would try to use him in some way, a thought which made him even more pissed off.
A mischievous little grin crossed the small man’s face as he continued, “Besidezz…Iz fun to laugh at him when he say something stupid.”
Inferno snorted a little at that, posture becoming more relaxed as the anger and worry faded. Waspinator would be just fine.
And Inferno could always just burn any one who hurt him, anyway.