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#he stopped owing Thade a goodbye a long time ago. also Thade is an easy target and 100% started potshotting first
void-botanist · 1 month
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Thade Adventures: Negotiator
OCs: Thade Orech-Pabat and Orvi Orech-Pabat
Words: 298
Content warnings: a little suggestive
Taglist: @vacantgodling
Thade leaned back in his desk chair and answered the call. “Hey babe, what’s got your dick in a twist this time?”
Orvi ignored him. “Did you seriously offer them tariffs?”
“Yeah, but they’re not gonna take it.” He picked up a pen and started to fiddle with it. “That’s the point. They’ll come back with a better offer tomorrow.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. They’re just pulling you into a better position.”
“No, that’s what you would do, Orv.  This is how we do things in Landris.”  He could practically hear Orvi wiping a hand over his face, and before he could get another unreasonable response, he added, “You gotta stop calling me right after a meeting, man.  I know you have Wyn running everything back to you but it doesn’t make sense if you don’t get the context.  And you don’t get it.”
Orvi was taking a deep breath, which meant the wheels were turning.  “Fine.”
“Great,” Thade said cheerfully.  “So how are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” he said in the exact same tone of voice, leaving off the “not that you care”.
“What are you wearing?”
Orvi made a scathing scoff, but didn’t hang up.  “What do you think I’m wearing?  Court attire.”
“The green one?”
“No, the red.”
“Eh, that one’s good too.  I wish I were under it right now.  You really—”  
He heard the click of the call cutting off.  Predictable.  That wouldn’t stop Orvi from calling to complain at him, but maybe it had gotten him hot and bothered in return.  Or just bothered—he’d take what he could get.  Unfortunately he was hot and bothered now just thinking about slinking under Orvi’s robes…he eventually came back to himself, pen still tapping at his cheek, and returned to his agenda.  
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