a/n: naming my chapters and no i'm not gonna take it seriously
also, i made a tuff puppy sideblog on tumblr, its let-keswick-swear, i mostly talk about which ones i'm attracted to dfghjkl;
also i imagine this is pretty early in their relationship
Keswick didn't know what it was that attracted the other TUFF agents to his food, but boy oh boy, did his lunch get stolen all too frequently. Dudley was the only known theft, Keswick hadn't figured out who else stole from him yet. Someday, someday.
Keswick was not a very good cook, and even if he had the energy to do some sort of poison-pepper thing on his food, he wouldn't know how to execute it.
Anyway, whenever Keswick didn't see the brown paper bag with his name slapped on in the fridge, he wasn't surprised in the slightest- but oh boy, he was pissed off. Keswick got irritable when he didn't eat. Then again maybe that was his fault- he took his lunches at three, two hours before he got off, so he'd only have to eat once a day. Chewing was hard and stupid. It wasn't healthy and, seeing how many of his lunches got stolen, it wasn't working.
Sighing angrily, Keswick padded back to his office. He should start bringing non-perishable snacks. That would be smart, unlike Keswick's stupid meal plan.
Sitting back down at his desk, Keswick realized his water bottle was empty, too. Would he get up to fix that? No, he wouldn't.
"Keswick?"
Keswick turned around in his chair, just far enough to see Dudley coming nearer, lunchbox in his hands.
"Hi."
Dudley hopped up beside Keswick, on his desk, and popped open his lunchbox. Keswick tried not to pay attention to him. But then Dudley plopped something in front of Keswick. A semi-clear box with a semi-clear purple lid.
That was his lunch what the hell kind of prank-
"I saw Seabiscuit eating your things," Dudley explained, "I can't read very well but I can tell than his name is longer than yours."
Keswick laughed a bit, popping the lid off his tupperware. "So, what, you wanted to steal it before he could?"
"Yeah!" Dudley exclaimed, "He thinks I only eat dog food so he doesn't steal my things."
Suddenly Keswick was glad he kept his food in more than one layer.
"By the way," Dudley asked, pulling out his own food. It was not dog food, at least, not completely. It was two slices of pizza stuck together, though bits of kibble were scattered on top. "Can I use your microwave?"
"I don't have a microwave," Keswick laughed, "It's all time m-machine."
"Ah, man," Dudley answered quietly, "Pizza is so bad cold."
Keswick smiled and turned back to his own food. "Coward."
a/n: would my… one reader… on this fic care if i expanded my specs and wrote other drabbles for different ships here? i've put snaptrap into two relationships and i think about scenes with them alot
