Pairing: MarcoThatch
Prompt: "I don't take orders. I barely take suggestions."
Rating: T
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"I don't take orders," the mentioning has most people in the room growing quiet as if Hell was freezing over. "I barely take suggestions when it's a final order, especially from Pops."
Thatch can almost inwardly groan at hearing Marco's sharp tone, most likely talking to a newer member or a very daring one. It wasn't often that Marco would get aggravated, but if you don't follow strict orders when given then you can just make yourself on his shit list for the next month. No grovelling could get the first commander on your side or at least not on your bad side. Thatch peers over with amber eyes, watching as people are parting from the one in trouble. It wasn't a newer person or even a usual daring one, surprisingly, and Thatch realizes the words that left Marco.
With looking around briefly, he notices eyes pointed to him and has him giving a sigh of exasperation. Some were giving a look of 'have you all not been doing anything recently?' and 'can you please save us?' that he should have expected. Getting up, Thatch makes his way over to the fuming commander glaring down the guy, who is starting to look terrified as he can't escape to even do what he was ordered.
"Hey, babe!" The cheer comes out, arm over shoulders and presses his head to another that feels warm, probably from anger.
"Not now, Thatch."
"Well, he can't do his work if you are staring him down like a scary turkey." The tease lingers, earning an elbow to his ribs and barely avoids it hitting too hard. A laugh bellows from the fourth commander, pulling his head away, before he pinches to a cheek with pursed lips. "Do you want some strawberries? I can cut those right up and you can head to your room to chill out." The mentioning of his favorite fruit has Marco tensing while shifting to tilt his head, getting fingers to let go, and glaring up at Thatch.
"I want blueberries too…" A light coo follows after the almost whisper, and Thatch is beaming with a grin, giving his answer that way. Marco snaps his head back with a clenched jaw, but severely toned down his mood. "I want it done by the end of today for you deciding to be difficult, yoi. Understand me?" The guy nods frantically before Marco gives a last glance to Thatch and the room before trailing off quietly. Thatch is smiling after the other commander and as the door closes, breaths of relief are there.
"I-I'm going…" The guy who was yelled at is already stumbling up, but Thatch pushes him to sit and feels the tense muscles.
"Finish your food first, if it causes any delay then I will take the blame." The fourth commander reassures as he wouldn't let a brother go hungry and gets a nod in return.
"Thanks, Thatch."
"Of course! Seems like someone has a feather up his ass…" Thatch bluntly mentions while trailing off, leaving some to chuckle, and sets out on his task. Oh yes, Thatch was going to feed berries to a certain birdie and ravish him too.