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[Dr. Robotnik had, to say the least, a hell of a lot of work to do. Sometimes he had nothing deemed "important" to "the government" and he could work on his own infinitely more interesting projects, but unfortunately someone had decided this time that he should be doing something else, and so he begrudgingly did. Constant readouts scrolled across his screens as he idly worked with one of his gloves, sitting at his desk, chin in his other hand.

It was boring work, to say the least, and he was not feeling it.

With how busy he'd been lately, he hadn't spent quite as much time on personal upkeep as he'd like to, and his hair was getting a little on the long side, not wanting to cooperate. He grumbled as he pushed it back, attention still on the screen.

At least the deadline was fast approaching and he could be DONE.]

((the fucking monkey is killing me IT IS SO WELL BEHAVED also lemme know if you want anything changed or whatever!))

( if dr. robotnik had no one to constantly look after him and pick up the slack whenever he needed it, surely the man would be a complete mess by now. not that stone minded much-

he received much happiness in simply guessing [and correctly] what the doctor might possibly need. even if it lead to him being scolded or shoved against a wall for being incorrect. it was the thought that counted.

so when agent stone began to notice that a certain someone was in desperate need of a haircut, he couldn't help but insist on pulling out his fancy set and preparing for his move. he began by sketching out the doctor's head and determining how to create the perfect trim; once he had that figured out it was time to approach the man.

he had noticed he was busy and while he hated interrupting him when he could have been in the middle of creating something magnificent, it had to be done. )

Dr. Robotnik.....I'm sorry to interrupt but I noticed that you're in desperate need of a haircut.

[Consistent numbers. The same generic group of his most basic drones. The same programming, over and over again. Agent Stone coming up behind him-- WAIT. He jumped a little, turning in his chair to glare at him, but not as intensely as he might have. Mildly startled as he was by Stone's intrusion, he almost welcomed it to the dull busywork he'd been stuck with. Almost.]

I am not.

[He shook his head, and some of the hair fell into his face. Okay, so he was in desperate need of a haircut... but he also didn't like to admit that sort of thing.

Buuuut this stupid project was driving him up a wall, and maybe a distraction really was in order.]

...Maybe it's a little long, [he allowed.] Is that all?

( the endless lines of code that filled the screen simply phased stone. he was nowhere near as intelligent as the man before him and while he knew enough to assist robotnik in his work as much as possible, he could never get to that level. at least not yet.

naturally it made sense for him to try and do his best in what he knew. surprisingly, cutting hair was one thing he was excellent at, even avoiding cutting the doctor during previous sessions where he was pushed off and onto the ground. )

I believe it's more than a little long. You deserve to look your best, may I cut it?

( even if he said no, he would surely insist on it even if it meant some curious form of punishment. thankfully for the doctor he knew he couldn't take his eyes away from his work, so stone had an idea.

an idea that would surely keep the doctor from being distracted. )

[Eyebrows furrowed, teeth gritted, Robotnik stared at him for an uncomfortably long time, apparently weighing his options. Then his shoulders relaxed just a bit, and he waved a hand dismissively as he turned back around, although the glare never did leave his face. Really, a lot of it was him taking his annoyance at the project out on Stone, but still.]

Fine. Be my guest.

[Stone did do good work, much better than when he tried to do it himself, but that was just the sort of thing he kept him around for anyway. That, and he was a hell of a lot better to have around in general than any other agent who'd ever been assigned to him was.

He didn't show the concept of "appreciation" much, but even acquiescing to something like this should probably count.]

Just hurry up with it.

( the stare was surely enough to knock any man down and scurry away in fear. agent stone however simply remained still, a soft smile on his face. he knew that the doctor was under some level of stress from the work, or at least annoyed by it. it wasn't easy to be so needed and so intelligent, so stone always understood.

once he gave him the go ahead, the man walked alongside robotnik and pulled forth a comb and battery operated shaver. )

I promise to be as quick as possible.

( while still doing a great job. stone began to comb robotnik's hair, his fingers moving swiftly and gently. he began to buzz at the side of the doctor's hair, taking pride in his work. although robotnik simply glared in annoyance and didn't show any level of appreciation towards the other, he did his work happily.

this was more than enough for him; he was the only one who got to be this close and that was enough. in fact he couldn't help but smile brightly as he did his work. )

[The stare was, honestly, better suited for the work that was pissing him off enough in the first place. Sure made it obvious how he felt about the client, anyway. No matter how he tried to play it off, Stone didn't bother him as much as most other things. He'd never go as far as to say he liked his presence, exactly, but...

Well, it could be worse.]

You'd better.

[He didn't exactly like other people touching him. If he wanted to touch someone, he'd push them around as needed. But this wasn't so bad. Relaxing, maybe?

Robotnik didn't relax.

Except when he did. Even his glare at his work softened a bit eventually, his shoulders slumped just a bit more, and he let out the tiniest sigh that could be construed as contented if you thought about it enough.]

( unfortunately for robotnik, the idea stone had for completing the haircut may have annoyed him more than the actual work itself.

the truth was it was for the better good- and if stone managed to get some affection out of it, he certainly wouldn't complain about it.

once the assistant finished his work on the back of his head, he pulled forth a brush to sweep away the strands of hair from robotnik's suit and pulled out a clear tissue. he placed it on the side that his sweep rested on, and he moved to stand before the doctor. )

I don't want to cause you to move from your position, but I do need to cut the side of your fringe. I believe I have a solution that will resolve this dilemma.

[The haircut itself was, so far, waaaay more pleasant than the sheer boredom of the work he was doing. Couldn't these government assholes use his big brain for anything more than just the most basic applications of his work? His babies were capable of so much more! But of course he expected that from them.

When Stone stood in front of him and obscured his vision, he raised an eyebrow, peering up at him. Well, it was a better sight than a thousand generic readouts, he supposed.

To an extent.

He leaned back just a bit, eyebrows furrowed. So he had an idea, huh? He raised a hand, moving it as if to signify "speed it up".]

Spit it out, Stone. What's your big solution?

( although stone had a tendency to be pretty straight forward when it came to his suggestions [in fact it often was his downfall], for some reason he found himself hesitating for a bit.

would the doctor really be okay with this? maybe he shouldn't have interrupted him when he was so busy. however here he was and stone knew robotnik hated wishy-washy people more than anything.

so with a confident stride, stone walked closer to robotnik and cleared anything that may have been on his lap. )

So you can still work, I'll sit on your lap and cut your hair from there? I believe this is the best position so we can both work at the same time and avoid wasting time.

[Robotnik blinked. Did he... hear that right? Well, of course he heard that right. His head tilted to the side like he was still processing that whole... concept.]

You'll sit on my lap. You'll sit on my lap. Do you LISTEN TO YOURSELF??

[He snarled at him, glaring, moving like he was about to get up, but then something onscreen blinked and beeped and he glanced over at it. Groaning, he pressed a few buttons on his gloves and let out a heavy sigh of defeat.]

Fine. If you have to.

[He gestured to his lap, still sneering a little.]

( agent stone winced a bit, preparing to receive some kind of punishment for his suggestion. of course his idea was silly, he should be bowing down in apology-

but just as he was about to answer, the doctor suddenly agreed to his suggestion. he wasn't a man shy of hiding his joy [he had easily found himself dancing along to robotnik from time to time], but moments like these were rare.

so he made quick work to move onto the other's lap, positioning himself so that he was out of robotnik's view and just slightly hovering over him. he wasn't pressing himself against the other just yet, instead focusing on aligning himself and preparing to cut his hair. )

Thank you Doctor, I promise to be quick.

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[As much as he would have loved to give Stone some kind of degrading order just to make himself feel better about this whole stupid assignment, that would take time away from doing the stupid assignment. The faster he got all this done the faster he'd be rid of it.

At least he could count on Stone for efficiency, annoyingly unorthodox methods or otherwise.]

"Thank you Doctor," [he mocked, although he stayed still, not even trying to push him away while he worked. It wasn't the worst.]

Just get it over with.

( the mocking tone did not bother stone one bit. instead he was more focused on just how close he had gotten to the doctor and how he had to concentrate on the task at hand. this intelligent man had to be presentable to the world, to show others just how magnificent he was. stone was there to help him achieve that no matter what.

however he did have his moments of slip up- like now. he was deep in concentration that he didn't notice just how much closer he was getting to robotnik. his hands were still gentle and light, but his rear was gently pressing against the other's lap more than intended.

still he didn't say much as he continued his work. )

[He was expecting to be annoyed for a while until Stone was finally done, but as he continued to stare at the screen, he found himself more interested in Stone's work.

He didn't hate it.

He probably should have hated it, but he didn't.

Part of it was probably because all of his hate was directed towards the project he was working on and he didn't have any to spare for someone that he didn't completely despise. Or maybe that's what he was telling himself. Still... he couldn't just stay quiet about it.]

...Little close there, Agent.

[But he didn't even try to nudge him away.]

( unfortunately for dr. robotnik, stone was far too into the work itself. that was the thing with the assistant; he really threw himself into everything he did, often producing wonderful results. those lattes the doctor loved was a clear example of that.

he continued to cut his hair gently, aligning the comb and the scissors as carefully as possible. his dedication caused him to lean a bit forward, pressing himself a bit more closely to the doctor.

surely he was in need of punishment of some sort. on the upside at least the doctor was going to look amazing after all this. )

[Okay, it was getting damn near impossible to focus on his work at this point, which was very counterproductive to what Stone's reasoning for this was in the first place. He tried, sure, but even the blinkingest bit of data didn't mean shit when a grown-ass man was all pressing against you Like That.

Or maybe the issue was just that he could have minded it more. And he didn't.]

Stone, you're-- that should be enough--

[His meticulousness was a good thing... most of the time. At this point, it was too much. He sneered, about to shout something, but he paused at the last minute, fingers digging into his chair.

It was still more interesting than that goddamn project.]

( to be fair, when you're scolded as much as stone was by the doctor, eventually the words fade out if they aren't structured properly. considering the doctor wasn't yelling at him or punching him in the chest, it was hard for stone to notice.

especially when he inched closer and closer to get that perfect edge. he does however eventually notice just how close he had gotten, especially with how his rear was pressed up against a certain spot.

it takes every single nerve in stone's body not to bolt out of the chair in fear. it certainly helped that robotnik wasn't pushing him off, instead his fingers digging into his chair. so why exactly was he so nervous about this?

well he wasn't necessarily nervous but rather he found himself blushing about the whole thing. this wasn't like the time where he pulled him from the mouth to scold him- although the movement was intimate, he was more concerned about robotnik's safety.

no he was here simply cutting his hair in an incredibly suggestive manner. )

It.....it will be just a second more.

[Just a second more, right. Just a second more until he was pushed back into the drudgery of generic government work. Ugh.

But despite the fact that this was a million times more enjoyable... well, the exact what of what was happening was... pretty goddamn frustrating!]

Stone! What the hell are you doing?

[He glared, he sneered, he used every bit of body language to show he was Not Happy about this arrangement. And yet... while his words were harsh, his expression was harsh, he didn't move from his spot. No pushing, no shoving, no grabbing, no flailing. In fact, he let out the worst little noise of surprise the next time Stone moved.

He was just going to chalk that up to being incredibly bored. Yeah. Definitely just the entertainment.]

( once the doctor began to speak anew and make body movements that showed he wasn't thrilled about this arrangement, stone finally placed the scissors and comb into his holder. however he wasn't quite finished-

he pulled forth the brush and began to work again, sweeping away the hair from robotnik. )

I'm just cleaning you up sir. I apologize for how long this is taking.

( and how close he was. but as long as the doctor kept still and offered such a soft noise of surprise, stone would continue his work, getting closer and closer to a certain spot. )

[Deep breaths. This was ridiculous. This shouldn't have been bothering him. It wasn't a big deal in the long run, getting things done as they needed to be, but the amount of distraction from something so simple was getting to him.

Fuck the bootlickers, they could wait. He had other things to attend to.]

I don't think you're just doing anything at all, Stone. Do I sense... ulterior motives?

[He was probably being paranoid, but also Stone was waaaay too close at what was really the worst possible time, so he decided to respond in kind, tilting his head up and leaning even more forward.

Paranoid? Hopeful? Emotions that he totally shouldn't have had? What-the-fuck-ever.]

( to say robotnik was the only one perturbed by this entire situation would be an understatement. agent stone was surprised by how bold he was being, and while he had simply intended on being as helpful as possible, with no malice behind it, here he was still pushing any boundaries robotnik had.

the truth was the man meant more to stone than anyone, but he would never outright say it. not yet at least.

no, instead he continued brushing off hair until he was finished. it was time to move, but he didn't want to for some reason. instead he continued there, putting away the brush and speaking at the same time. )

None at all, I am simply just trying to make you.....look as good as you are.

[At this point, boundaries had been pushed so hard they weren't even there anymore, and Robotnik had no idea what to do about the fact that he didn't hate it.

His boundaries were very important to him. Only he could push them. And yet... this. Stone didn't often push things quite this far, and when he did, he made sure to let him know. Extensively.

Stone was about the only person he could really tolerate, sure. But to this extent? Judging by his own lack of pushback, maybe so.]

And that's why you haven't left yet, huh?

[Maybe he was half asking the question to his own damn self.]

...How's it look?

( it took stone a few moments to speak, trying his best to hide the blush that was creeping on his face and the nervousness that was over-taking him. would he be punished for telling the truth? or for even getting this far in regards to pushing boundaries?

only time could tell.

stone swallowed any bit of saliva that remained in his throat and spoke up, glancing at robotnik directly. )

I.....you look amazing sir. I'll get out of your way now.

( surely he had overstayed his welcome at this point. )

[Robotnik didn't like this situation in the least. He liked to have control of things. He liked to be in charge. He liked things to be efficient and make sense and not be like... like this.

So human.

But when Stone mentioned getting out of the way, without really thinking about it he reached out and gripped his wrist. It wasn't the sort of grip he used for when he was angry. It was... different, somehow. Almost gentle.]

W-wait.

[Instant regret, but he'd gone too far now.]

You don't... have to.

[Oh, he was horrible at this. Who invented emotion anyway? All of this completely obnoxious bullshit he had to deal with? Because it WASN'T HIM.]

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