Kalin huffs, “It’s not funny! It’s my pen, and it’s my desk! Do you know how much money I spend just so I have pens? I eve bought a cup of, like, 500 of those motherfuckers for people to take instead of my expensive special pens, and they were all gone in a month! A month, Derek. I never saw them again. But now, at least, I don’t share an office with a bunch of other people and it’s just me in front of yours. You’d have to be going out of your way to take my pens. And they still go missing every now and then. If I find the person who’s taking them, they have another thing coming.”
Kalin finishes his rant and notices Derek almost done with the dishes and pushes off the counter. He makes a playful face, “Ewww. . . Soapy watery haiirrr-“ He giggles and then squeaks, giving a mock salute, “Yes, sir.” He grins and then darts away. He makes his way down to the basement, looking around for a moment at the. . . Decorated, room and smiles slightly. He pulls his clothes off, neatly folding them and setting them on a small table before letting his feet take him to the foot of the bed.
He stands there, quiet watching the door for Derek to appear. He shivers slightly in the slightly chilled room, biting down on his lip and tucking his hands behind his back. He hated this part, the waiting, the anticipation. But he had a feeling that was kind of why Derek did it. To make him wait, to make him eager and honestly, needy.
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