Rating: T
Warnings: It's SAX-ual!
Disclaimer: Brave Police: J-Decker (c) Takara/Sunrise
It was quiet... Too quiet...
Deckerd glanced up from his report every now and again to check on his comrades. They were all busy doing something or other; it just seemed like another, ordinary day at the precinct. He exhaled softly and returned to his work, only to be interrupted by a more frustrated sigh from across the room. Lifting his gaze once more, the blue mech stared calmly at Gunmax; "Is something the matter?"
The biker scoffed and went back to polishing his gun.
"No, does it look like something's the matter?"
"You sighed."
"So?"
"That usually means something's on your mind..."
"Nope. Nothing at all!"
Deckerd watched the other intently before going back to his business. He had to get his files sorted and such, or else the Commissioner would surely add onto his paperwork; and that was something he definitely didn't want, therefore interruptions were very much unwanted.
"Fuck my life..."
The police cruiser cleared his throat and looked up.
"What is it, Gunmax?"
Gunmax glanced to the officer and smiled. "Nothing, sir. Just noticed the barrel of my pistol had a spot of dried oil on it, is all..."
Deckerd clicked his glossa - obviously heard by the rest of the Brave Police, for Power Joe was off to the side, clearly hiding his laughter. Deckerd spared the power shovel a quick glance before resting his chin atop his knuckles, amber optics locked on the highway patrolman.
"I know a messy gun isn't worthy of such a reaction."
"...it is to me."
And it gets quiet yet again...
Gunmax went back to polishing his weapon, his eyes shimmering with mischief beneath that tinted visor. Slowly - very slowly - his hand maneuvered the cloth to and fro along the barrel, making sure Deckerd could follow his every movement. Until, of course, the officer lowered his head once more.
A wicked grin formed across Gunmax's lips.
"You like that, don't cha, baby?" he murmured to his gun, "Nice and slow..."
Deckerd's hand stopped abruptly, his fingers gripping the pen tightly.
"What's that?" Gunmax inquired, lifting the weapon to his audios; "You want me to go faster?" He proceeded to quicken the pace of his hand, making sure to apply just enough pressure to the oil spot. "Oh, yea~"
Deckerd gritted his teeth and clenched his hand around the pen, breaking it in two. He flattened his palms against his desk and shot out of his chair; "STOP IT! Can't you see I'm trying to deal with serious business here?"
Gunmax stopped and gaped at his superior, his mouth opening and closing in mock surprise. "No. fucking. way! Me too!"
Next time, on Srs Bsnss...
The Brave Police encounter the greatest enemy the world has ever seen: internet speak.