“Don’t want the Board to watch,” Darling explains, not without an edge of embarrassment. “I mean, can you imagine if this --” he gestures to the small space between them-- “showed up on their minutes? I’d be-- mortified , is the word.”
Trench stares at him. It takes him a moment to find the coherency to respond.
“I’m sure,” he manages to say, “they wouldn’t mind extracurricular activities.”
a scene from my trench/darling fic, "minutes of the meeting" <3 i may not have finished the game yet but i am utterly enamored with darling and trench's dynamic of the bureau's golden child and his handler υ´• ﻌ •`υ
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First impression: Dorky(affectionate) techno fan full of Gender
Current impression: Karkat
IM NEVER BEATIGN THESE FUCKING ALLEGATIONS AM I
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