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It’s been four days. It’s been four friggin’ days since Sasha and Milla left on their mission and Morceau is NOT happy about it. The first day they were gone he simply assumed that they where doing an overnight stake out. The second day Morceau guessed that they had to go pretty far for their mission. On the third day Morceau began to think that this mission that Sasha and Milla are on isn’t as simple as he first thought it was going to be.
Which is why now, on the fourth day Morceau is marching down to Hollis Forsythe’s office in his faded All Paul t-shirt, camo pajama bottoms and pink bunny slippers to demand to know what’s happening. It’s rather close to eleven thirty at night, so most activity in the Motherlobe has died down a while ago. There are a few agents wondering the halls still, but otherwise the place is deserted.
Morceau enters Hollis’ office. Hollis looks up from her paperwork and sighs.
“What is it, Oleander?” Hollis groans as she sets down her pen and rubs her temple.
“What’s the status of Nein and Vodello?” Oleander asks outright.
Hollis raises an eyebrow at Morceau.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” Hollis leans back in her chair and crosses her arms. “Here I thought you were going to demand that we build yet another battle bot.”
“Oh come on. I wouldn’t do that so late at night, I have some standards, you know!” Morceau defends. “But I’m happy to hear that you look forward to my ideas. I’ll be sure to bring more to you,” Morceau chuckles as he twirls his moustache.
“Oh joy…” Hollis scoffs as she rolls her eyes.
“...Anyways, back to Nein and Vodello—” Morceau starts.
“Why the sudden interest?” Hollis interrupts, giving morceau a scrutinizing stare. “You’ve never asked about your fellow agents before, Oleander.”
Morceau takes a moment to carefully consider his word choices here, he truly doesn’t want to tell his boss of all people that he’s in a polyamorous relationship with his fellow agents.
“We...were having lunch when you called them in,” Morceau carefully begins. “Nein and Vodello said that the mission would probably be short. But it’s been four days and I’m...do they need back up?”
Hollis hums as she looks down at her paper work.
“You know about that crime boss that that we’ve been tailing for months now?” Hollis inquiries as she leans forward on her desk.
“You mean the one where they slowly drive their victims insane via psychic attacks unless they pay up their protection money?” Morceau recalls.
“Exactly,” Hollis confirms. “We got him right were we wanted him.”
“That’s good…” Morceau nods along slowly. “...But that doesn’t explain why this is taking so long.”
Hollis lets out a long, dejected breath of air.
“Things may have gotten... messy, ” Hollis cringes as she looks down at communication device on her desk.
Panic fills Morceau’s expression, which Hollis notices.
“Nein and Vodello are fine...so far,” Hollis assures. “The mission has just had its far share of snags, though.”
Just then a beeping sound comes out of the communication device on Hollis’ desk, which Hollis promptly picks up.
“Talk to me,” Hollis answers.
“We got ‘em!” Milla’s voice responds, causing Morceau to let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “We finally got them!”
“Excellent work,” Hollis praises as a faint smirk appears on his face. “Do you need any assistance with transport?”
“No, no...we already dropped them off,” Milla explains. “Sorry, we were just so eager to be finished that we forgot to call.”
“I see…” Hollis hums. “...Are you two almost back?”
“Yes, we should be only another ten minutes…” Milla estimates. “Is something amidst?”
“No, no...Oleander was just worried about you two, apparently,” Hollis tells as a teasing smirk appears on her face for a brief second as she glances over at Morceau.
“Oh poor Morry. We said we’d be back soon!” Milla worries.
“H-Hey! Don’t worry about me!” Morceau exclaims, face flushing a little red. “I’m just glad that you’re both safe…” Morceau sighs as his expression softens.
“Hello, Morry,” Milla greets. “...Sasha says hello too.”
“You sound exhausted,” Morceau points out as Hollis holds the communication device closer to Morceau.
“We’re both quite tired, Morry,” Milla yawns. “This is one of the rougher missions.”
“Well...just get back here safely,” Morceau sighs.
“Will do,” Milla confirms. “See you soon.”
A dial tone comes out of the communication device, meaning that Milla hung up. Hollis places the communication back down onto her desk.
“So you, Vodello and Nein are... close, Oleander?” Hollis questions as she gives Morceau a knowing look.
“I-I-I have no idea what you mean,” Morceau stutters as he looks away.
“Whatever you say,” Hollis rolls her eyes. “You want to meet them at the landing pad, don’t you? Go. Get out of my sight.”
Morceau grumbles under his breath as he leaves Hollis’ office. Stupid Hollis Forsythe being so observant and smart! Morceau takes a deep breath and shakes his head, at least she seems cool about what they have going on. That’s more then some bosses are capable of.
Morceau swiftly makes his way to the front of the Motherlobe. The air outside is cold, causing Morceau to rub his bare arms for warmth as he waits for his girlfriend and boyfriend to come home.
“Come on, you two…” Morceau huffs, his breath just barely visible. “Damn it. Isn’t it still technically summer?”
The sound of the jet brings Morceau out of his complaining. A dorky smile blooms on his face as he walks to meet Sasha and Milla.
The Jet’s psi hand lifts Sasha and Milla out of the jet and places them on the ground.
As Morceau approaches the duo he notices just how drained they both look.
“Rough night?” Morceau hums as he approaches his boyfriend and girlfriend.
“You have no idea,” Sasha groans.
“It was more of a...tough week,” Milla adds, her voice weak and cracking.
“It’s been four days,” Morceau points out as the group begin to walk back into the Motherlobe. “Not quite a week.”
“Really? ...Well, it felt much, much longer than that,” Milla mumbles. “Doesn’t help that we haven’t slept very much. I think the last time I slept was a power nap two days ago...so the days sort of blend together.”
“Wait, you guys haven’t slept?” Morceau questions as the trio enter the Motherlobe. “Like, actually slept? In four days?!”
“Sounds about right,” Sasha confirms, his speech slightly slurred from lack of sleep.
The three of them approach the ThinkerPrint for the tube that will bring them up to the main lobby. With a quick scan the door opens and Morceau, Sasha and Milla ride the wind currents up to the main lobby; Morceau nothing that Sasha’s and Milla’s levitation bubbles look faded and misshapen.
“Geez, no wonder you two look like crap,” Morceau grumbles as he lands in the main lobby. “Ah, no offence!”
“None taken. I feel like absolute shit,” Sasha waves off. “Only makes sense that I look the way I feel.”
“Well, nothing a good nights sleep can’t fix, huh?” Morceau points out as he lightly nudges Sasha with his elbow. “Come on, lets get you two to bed.”
“Don’t we have to file our reports first?” Milla brings up.
“Oh right, we have to do that—”
“Oh no you two aren’t! The reports can wait until tomorrow!” Morceau barks. “I’m putting your asses to bed!”
Morceau takes Sasha and Milla by the wrist and drags them to the “Agents” section of the Motherlobe.
“Morry, we have to give Agent Forsythe our reports as soon as possible,” Sasha points out weakly, not at all resisting Morceau as he pulls him and Milla towards their offices.
“Right, as soon as you get a full eight— no...twelve hours of sleep— then you’ll fill out your reports for Forsythe,” Morceau nods, twisting Sasha’s words against him.
Sasha opens his mouth to argue, but Morceau puts a finger on his lips.
“Listen to me, Sasha. You and Milla NEED to sleep. The reports can be done later,” Morceau says as he pats Sasha on the cheek. “I mean, look at how our poor girl’s doing,” Morceau says as he tilts his head towards Milla.
Milla rubs her eyes as she sways from side to side, her usually sunny expression now replaced by exhaustion and stress.
“...Hm? Did someone say something to me?” Milla asks. “Sorry...I’m just…”
“Hey, hey...you got sleep clothes in your office, right?” Morceau tenderly whispers as he places a hand on Milla’s back. “Go change. I’ll handle everything.”
Milla nods her head quietly at Morry as a grateful smile forms on her face. “Thank you, Morry.” Milla then places a kiss on Morry’s face.
Morceau and Sasha watch as Milla trudges off to her office to change. Once Milla is out of sight Morceau turns and looks up at Sasha.
“Now...are you going to be a good boy and go change or am I going to have to strip you down myself?” Morceau chuckles as he crosses his arms.
“But Agent Forsythe will want our reports,” Sasha argues.
“Listen, I’ll deal with Forsythe, alright? Now go change and I’ll meet you in Milla’s office,” Morceau points.
“...Fine,” Sasha sighs, finally admitting defeat. “...And I’ll take you up on the offer to strip me down some other time.”
“...Oh come here you,” Morceau laughs as he pulls Sasha down to plant a kiss on his cheek. “See you in a minute.”
Morceau then takes off down the hall, swiftly making his way back to Hollis Forsythe’s office. Morceau skids into Hollis’ office, catching himself on the door frame. Hollis looks up and raises an eyebrow.
“Can I help you—?”
“Alright, so you ain't getting your goddamn reports until at least tomorrow afternoon! Got it?” Morceau says as he points a finger at Hollis.
“And why is that?” Hollis inquiries.
“Because Vodello and Nein haven’t slept in days! They need to sleep and like hell am I letting them stay up any longer then they have to!” Morceau passionately explains. “If you have a problem with that you’ll have to go through me.”
“...They haven’t slept in days? Then it’s perfectly reasonable to wait until they’ve recovered then,” Hollis nods. “Alright, have a good night then, Oleander.”
“AND FUTHER MORE— wait, what?” Morceau stops mid sentence. “You’re okay with it?”
“Of course. Nein and Vodello reports would probably be incomprehensible and riddled with errors if they did them in their current states,” Hollis points out. “Besides, it’s not good for your mental or physical health to forgo sleep.”
“...Huh. And here I thought I was gonna have to fight you on this,” Morceau hums as he scratches the back of his head.
Hollis rolls her eyes.
“Oh please. I might be strict, but I’m not an asshole, Oleander,” Hollis smirks. “Now...don’t you have to tend to our agents
“Right, I need to make sure that— wait,” Morceau does a double take. “Did you just swear?”
“Good night, Oleander,” Hollis bids, avoiding Morceau’s question.
“...Um, alright? ‘Night then,” Morceau waves as he turns to leave, but before he leaves he turns back to face Hollis. “Oh, one more thing.”
“What?”
“Make sure you get some sleep yourself, will ya?” Morceau asseverates. “This place can barely function without it’s second head.”
“I’ll consider it,” Hollis waves off. “Now...get out of my office.”
Morceau obeys Hollis’ command and rushes back to Sasha and Milla. Morceau approaches the door to Milla’s office which whoosh open automatically for him. As Morceau sets foot in the room he sighs in relief seeing that both Milla and Sasha were able to change their clothes without any issues.
Milla is wearing an extremely oversized t shirt with shorts while Sasha is wearing a black tank top with grey sweatpants, his glasses resting on a nearby bookshelf.
“Alright you two, it’s bedtime,” Morceau hums as he uses telekinesis to gather up all of Milla’s floor pillows and cushion to form them into a makeshift mattress.
Milla stumbles up to Morceau’s impromptu bed and lets herself fall onto it with a dull thump, it’s probably the least graceful thing Morceau has ever seen Milla do in the years that he’s known the normally upbeat woman.
Sasha follows his and Morceau’s girlfriend lead and half collapses, half climbs onto the improvised bedding. Morceau peers around the room and spots several throw blankets littered around the room, which he promptly grabs.
“You don’t have to tuck us in,” Sasha mumbles as Morceau approaches.
“Are you saying you don’t want me to tuck you in?” Morceau asks as he spreads out the blanket in his hands, flapping it to straighten it out. “Because I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
“...No, you can,” Sasha allows, voice small with just a hint of embarrassment.
Sasha reaches over and puts and arm around Milla, snuggling a little bit closer to the other Psychic; who seems to have already fell asleep. Morceau gently tosses the blanket over the sleepy duo. Morceau put his hands on his hips as he admires the sight of his boyfriend and girlfriend, safe and sound in bed, looking absolutely adorable.
Warmth fills Morceau’s chest along with a strong feeling of satisfaction seeing those he cares about taken care of...and a intense desire to cuddle the two sleepyheads.
Morceau lifts the blanket up and scooches in on the other side Milla, gently snaking an arm over her and Sasha. A relieved sigh escapes Morceau’s lips.
He’s so glad that they’re finally back.