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The Courier comes back from his latest mission battered, bloody, and bruised. Arcade tries to pick up the pieces.
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22 Jul 2026
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“I’m making negative five thousand dollars each month?” Robert’s mouth fell open and he wasn’t sure he could afford to close it.
Sonar just nodded. “Sure are. Your credit card debt has credit card debt. I’m honestly shocked your credit score isn’t six.”
“So I’m just poor? That’s it?”
“Sucks to suck dude.” Sonar stood up, stretching as he yawned. “Bet you wish you’d sealed the deal with Blonde Blazer now, huh?”
“I’m not hot enough to fuck my way into triple my salary and a new suit.”
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or; Robert becomes a phone sex operator. Flambae becomes his best client.
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22 May 2026
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@r.robertsonIII tweets with a photo and a caption
A selfie of him standing outside, holding Beef in his other arm. He smiles at the camera, hair slightly tousled and the first button of his SDN work shirt undone.
I was informed of my new fame and decided to finally make an account. Glad to see that my work behind a desk doesn’t go unrecognised. This is Beef :)
@velocipastor retweets with caption
holy fuck they really do have the wrong guy behind the desk
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21 May 2026
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One of the main characters - the only surviving witness to a murder - has just woken from a coma. Not only is she entirely cognizant, but the first thing that the subtitles say she asks for is a lawyer.
“What are you fucking giggling about?”
The other person that’s been paying attention is Flambae. He’s right next to Robert on the couch, his arm slung over the top behind his head. One foot is propped up on the other knee, also pointing towards Robert, which has him caged in the corner by the arm rest. It’s probably some fucked-up power move. Robert has been ignoring it just to spite him.
“It’s just not how comas work,” Robert shrugs.
“Right, and you know because you’re a fucking doctor,” Flambae quips back.
“I know because I was in one, asshole.”
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During a quiet night in, Robert realizes that his coma and injuries aren't common knowledge among Z-Team.
Most of them take the information in stride with jokes aplenty.
Flambae does not.
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20 May 2026
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My hands are not clean (they can still carry you home) by Arcturus_Ish
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
30 Nov 2025
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The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.
So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.
Or:The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?
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19 May 2026