Give it Back

"At least let me second chair~"
"No. Give it back."
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I wonder who's gonna win this fight. <:^0 You can never tell with these two.

Just something I've been meaning to do for a while now (waaaay back when Grimmy first drew Lawyer Zephyr in horn-rimmed glasses~).
And then it turned into kind of a pseudo-noir thing. Which I hadn't planned on, but I dig the effect~

And I wanted to stick Zephyr in some kind of pattern for this one. So, I went for a plaid-looking pattern. Because Noreat would totally make Zephyr wear plaid. He'd also want Zephyr to wear a kilt, but I don't think he'd win that fight. Heheh.

I cannot resist the lawyer kings. Yum.
Not Fair  "Wha—that snake!  I wanted this case!  How did you get it?"  Noreat snapped.

Zephyr was a bit thrown off by the statement and froze in the middle of what he was doing.

"What?"

"This one," Noreat held up a manilla envelope with the name 'THORNE, V' penned on the front.  "I wanted this one, but that ginger told me that he was taking his grievances to another litigator!"  Apparently Noreat hadn't expected that other litigator to be his husband.

The older man's mind was still not quite on par with Noreat's at the moment, since, well… Zephyr didn't have Noreat bent over h The Cowboy Quilt  "I'm home," he called, the large house echoing his deep voice.

Usually, this was around the time his better half sauntered in to greet him.  It was only a little heart breaking that he didn't.  Sometimes coming home became a game.  The two didn't often get home at different times—one of the perks of working together, so when they did get home separately their dynamic shifted.  It was a small shift, a tiny shift, but enough to turn the simple act of coming home into some sort or either thrilling or infuriating game.

Twisting his expression, Zephyr shrugged off his jacket.  It slipp

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Noreat (c) Me
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