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The procedure was a success. The cavity tooth was removed; Corbeau wasn’t happy with his right-hand-man being so careless with his oral hygiene. Since the day catching Philippe grabbing his cheek in pain, he been ignoring his boss’s order for the past two months. This isn’t like him and Corbeau knew why. He had no choice but to force Philippe to the dentist; canceling his meetings and calls for the day was unacceptable and embarrassing to him and the Rust Syndicate. He expected this from his newer grunts but Philippe of all people?
Corbeau drove the still dazed Philippe back to HQ and walking him to the office. The large man had been talking non-sense since the car drive back, this somehow amused Corbeau; sitting across the couch, the small man watched Philippe crying about his pokemon not being cute to a lot of people.
“Skarmory wouldn’t hurt a cutiefly.” Philippe slurred his words. Putting both his hands on his face sobbing.
“When Steelix was an Onix, he always gifted me pretty rocks!”
Corbeau tried his hardest not to laugh, really not to hurt his feelings in a such a vulnerable state. After a few more vents, Philippe calm down. His head and arms were laying on the top of the couch, he was staring upward to the ceiling before wiping his tears with his suit jacket.
“I’m sorry you seeing me like this.” Philippe said still staring at the ceiling. “You’re such a good listener.”
Corbeau knew his right-hand-man still isn’t fully there so he excused his unprofessionalism. He hums giving Philippe a small smile.
“It part of my job.”
“Are you married or something?” Philippe still slurring his words but this was so sudden. Corbeau widen his eyes with the question.
“N-no.” Corbeau answered.
“Wow...How come?”
The small man chuckled at that question, after a bit of thinking, Corbeau realized he doesn’t have an answer to it. Not to leave Philippe hanging, he gave him an honest answer.
“Hmm. I don’t know.”
Philippe finally tipped head back down looking at Corbeau across from the coffee table, now face to face to each other. The large man tilted his head confused.
“Hmmm. I would’ve marry someone like you.”
Corbeau’s face suddenly flushed red. He kept his composure; staring back at Philippe now with a warm smile.
“Oh really?”
“Yea! You’re pretty, nice, smell good, and a good listener. Who wouldn’t?”
“Hmm, maybe you’re right.”
Despite Philippe is still dazed from the anesthesia, Corbeau’s heart starting to beat rapidly. The small man got up from the couch and moved to Philippe’s side. They lock eyes; Corbeau gently grabbed Philippe’s large hand with two of his. Now the small man asked the question.
“You want to get married?” Corbeau asked with a soft tone. His face still have a reddish blush.
Philippe turn his body toward Corebau, while grabbing the small man’s hands yelling yes.
“Can we get marry now?!” Philippe’s sliver eyes sparkles with the question. Hoping for Corbeau to say yes, the small man chuckled before looking down at their hands still interlock.
“Not right now. Hopefully someday.”
Philippe looked heartbroken hearing Corbeau’s answer. He tilts his head again.
“How about tomorrow?”
“Haha. Tomorrow sounds good.”