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Robert was up at the scrapyard, Lunch had just finished which meant Adam took over from Aaron for the remaining 4 hours. They were minding their own business filling in paperwork for a contract deal Robert had sealed. His negotiating skills come in handy.. sometimes. yes he did spend 3 days down in Cornwall watching the man surf and take him out for meals before he finally agreed but he still got him to sign. Aswell as doing paperwork, he was reminiscing the fuck he'd had just half an hour ago, he had Aaron up against the wall, Bent over his desk. All at Robert's demand. Adam decided to ruin his little daydream,
Unsure of whether it was just the day or Adam had just decided to be extremely irritable to be around. Every other second, he would either huff to himself whilst turning a page, click and tap his pen against the desk or sigh annoyingly loud. "Could you please just shut up and get on with the paper work." Robert snapped, sick and tired of not being able to concentrate. Adam laughed, "Keep your knickers on", He began putting the pen between his lips and nose, staring at Robert with his tongue out. "Oh grow up" Robert scowled, walking over and snatching the pile of papers. "Adam's eyebrows furrowed, If his eyes weren't deceiving him, Robert would be wearing Aaron's shirt.
Sure, it could've been a coincidence but he had a very distinctive sense of outfits. Everyone knows Adam Barton has no filter. "Oi Robert." He didn't even raise his head, he just pulled his chair in more and filled in all of the payment details linking to the scrapyard. "Don't ignore me you bell" Adam raised his voice a little bit, adamant to draw attention. YEt again, he didn't react, just shook his head and carried on. " ROBERT SUGDEN, ARE YOU WEARING AARON'S SHIRT" Adam brought his hands to his mouth and shouted.
Fuck, Robert hadn't dawned that he picked up Aaron's top rather than his own. He fought the urge for his face to go bright red and scrambled to find an excuse. "I spilled coffee down my button up before lunch." Adam screwed his face up, struggling to understand. "What so he just walked out of here with no shirt on?". Robert could only wish.
"Well no, he had a spare top in his car or so he said", He guessed that his story had made sense because Adam finally shut up and went back to doing his work.
Adam, wasn't buying the story. He messaged Aaron.
- Mate, what shirt you wearing, send me a pic.
Aaron - are you trying to sext me or something
-yeh, course. Send me the pic.
Aaron- Alrighty, I'll want one back.
Aaron immediatly sent the photo of him, he was chilling in the pub with yeah. A blue top that was evidently too tight for him. "Robert. If Aaron had another shirt, why is he wearing yours right now?" After he said it, he realised that the answer was right infront of him.
Robert nearly choked, he couldnt think of anything to say back. "Maybe.. Vic gave him a top of mine she had or something?" he stuttered. "Cut the bullshit, your bumping it with im', aren't you."
This time, Robert's face did go bright red, he couldn't hide it. "yes" if life wasn't reality, he would've expected the world to swallow him whole.