Working late

“Robin, catch.”

Robin nearly did, but his hands were not quick enough. Plus, Jay’s aim had been a little too high, so even if he had been quicker, there was still more distance for his arms to cover. All of these things culminated in Robin being beaned by the orange. He let out an undignified squawk and rubbed at his nose. The orange hit the floor.

Jay brought his head out from all of the papers he was in. “Did you just miss that? Really?”

“Of course I did! You didn’t give me a chance before you lobbed it at my head?”

Jay frowned. “Weren’t you complaining just now about being hungry?”

“I mentioned we had been at this for hours!” Robin corrected. “That we completely missed lunch and it was nearing dinnertime!” That said, he picked up the orange and looked it over. “What’s this for?”

“To keep you from being hungry.”

“Jay, an orange isn’t going to tide me over in place of lunch and dinner!” In a huff, Robin cast an eye over all of the documents they still had to go through. “We’ll be at this for hours more! It’ll be here when we get back! Or we could order in. Anything you’d like, I’ll get on the phone! Where is my phone?”

“If we stop now, we’ll get the piles confused,” Jay said, moving one file from one stack to another. Robin had no idea what either of them were at this point. “You don’t want the orange?”

“No! Yes! Not in place of real food! Jay!” Throwing his words into pleas, Robin tried to clasp his hands in front of himself, only to be clasping the orange with two hands. “Lunch. Dinner. Now. Please?”

“I don’t want to start from scratch by forgetting where we have put once.”

“But I’ve already forgotten!” That explained, Robin finally caught sight of his phone under some papers. He snatched it up immediately. Murphy’s law enacted at is would and the stack of paper he had found his phone near simply decided to fall off the table despite the fact Robin hadn’t touched it at all. Robin felt the glare land on him. He looked over at Jay with a big smile. “I’ll order something. What do you want? Bento? Burritos? Borscht? Burgers?”

With a sigh of disgust, Jay ignored him. Robin decided that meant he could choose and happily called out for their dinner.

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