Pups
Disney owns these boys, not me. Sad day.
"Please? I'll clean up everything, and feed it everyday, and take it for walks and everything!"
Warren groaned, rubbing at his forehead, eyebrows furrowed. You would think he was listening to a ten year old, not his partner of ten years. "Stronghold, we can't get a dog. You know that. We are both never here, and we can't give a dog a steady enough life. We have no schedule. We run off, we save the world. Randomly. No dog."
"Oh, but come on, W'ren!" Will shoved the SPCA pamphlet under Warren's gaze on the table. "They're so cute!"
"Yes, and the SPCA would take them back if they knew how we'd have to treat them." Warren stood, running a hand through his long hair as he headed to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "No dog."
"W'ren..." Will protested, then jumped when a phone started ringing. He reached in his pocket for his cell phone, but Warren just shook his head, reaching into the open-fronted cupboard to grab the tacky red plastic phone they'd gotten from the mayor years ago.
Flipping it open, he said, "Y'ello."
Will watched him, quiet, eyes wide, and blinked in surprise when Warren rolled his eyes, and said, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
To the mayor!
"Yeah, yeah, fine."
"So?" Will fidgeted. "What is it? And why did you swear at the mayor?"
Warren groaned. "Look, let's go."
Will squealed.
Like a little girl.
He squealed like a little girl, and bounced, quite energetically.
He bounced, and Warren winced.
"Puppies, W'ren, puppies!" Will gushed, grabbing his partner's arm, grinning. "Come on, let's get a puppy?"
Warren sighed. "Can we defeat the villain inside first?"
"Villain?" Will blinked at Warren from behind his half mask. "Oh, villain! Right! What's this one do?"
Warren shook his head. "He's trying to control the world. And he's decided that unless the mayor gives up control of Maxville to him... he's going to start kicking puppies."
Will recoiled, his own eyes as big and dark and wet as a kicked puppy. "No!"
"Yes," Warren nodded.
"The poor puppies!" Will yelped, then dashed towards the door - going through it before Warren could remind him that opening the door was always a better idea. "I'm coming, puppies!"
As it happened, Will hadn't really needed to do any rescuing, per say, and no one had to fight. Seems the villain had been about to leave the store, a box of puppies in tow for his public kick-the-puppy routine when Will had smashed through the door, ploughing right into the man and sending him on a swift journey to la-la land.
In celebration, Will had tripped over the man, and lay slightly dazed on the floor as puppies everywhere expressed their thanks with nips, licks, energetic barking, and one had even peed on his shoe.
Warren stood at the doorway laughing his ass off, and decided he liked the one who had the audacity to pee on his boyfriend's foot. That had taken guts. Real guts. So he even let Will take the puppy home, shrugging when his boyfriend tried to thank him, and turning almost as red as his suit when Will had abruptly grabbed him and kissed him, on the street, while the reporters watched and oohed and ahhed and snapped pictures.
Pups lasted three weeks at their house before he got shipped off to Layla's, where the plant conscious hero let the puppy roam free on her hundreds of acres with her own dogs and cats and peacocks and monkeys and leopards. He needed someone who could give him attention, and a regular feeding schedule, after all.
Will was very sad about this, of course, so after work one day at his cover as a Wall Street day trader, Warren came home with a goldfish in a bag.
And three years later, I am proud to say, Goldie is still swimming strong.