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Suspenders

Word count: 217

Angst

@pleaseletthisjimbetaken

Wilford walked in, cheerful as ever. “Hey guys!”

Dark, at the end of the table, paused- was he-gasped-oh fuck- and cleared his throat. His reputation was at stake.

“Wilford, what are you… wearing.”

“Suspenders!” came the joyful reply.

“You don’t wear suspenders,” Dark pointed out.

Wilford shrugged. “Ehh, the stripes were getting kinda boring.”

Dark paused. “I apologize, egos, but the meeting has to be postponed.” He started getting up.

Ed asked, “What, just b’cause he’s wearing suspenders?”

“I said, the meeting is POSTPONED!” Dark shouted, his shell cracking like mad.

The other egos didn’t question it. What Dark said was final, or else.

Wil started to leave, but Dark stopped him. “Not you. I need to chat with you.”

Wil shrugged. “Okay then! Whatever you say!”

Dark sighed as he closed the door behind the last man to shuffle out. “Wilford, where did you find those?”

“They were in my closet,” he answered. “Right next to some old tan uniform.”

Dark winced. “You can keep wearing them. But never touch the rest of that outfit again. Understand me?”

“Alrighty then!” Wilford said, confused. He glanced at the clock. It had only been five minutes, but he was sorely impatient. “Are we done here?”

Damian sighed. “Yes, Colonel.”

“What was that?”

“I said yes, now go!” Dark repeated, angrily.

Will walked out the door, leaving Dark behind to cry.

I JUST WROTE TOO MUCH FLUFF LOOK AT THIS TOO @dorkstache