Fics like desperate, just like you asked

“Tell you what,” Robby calls out as Dennis is passing by, he does a quick turn with his foot and finds himself leaning on the counter across from the attending. It wasn’t even a thought, Robby called, Dennis came. “Yes, Dr. Robby?” So much for avoiding. Pathetic. “How about you and I make a bet?” He asks, glasses perched on his nose, his head tilted down as he levels Dennis with a stare from over the lenses. “A bet? Want me to add it to the pool in Ahmad’s office?” Dennis didn’t know Robby to be the betting kind, he rarely added to the wagers the staff so often held. Of course, Dennis didn’t either, but for very different reasons. Currently there were about three different predictions being bet on and someone was going to have a very happy new year out of it. Robby just offers a small smile and shakes his head. “Not this time. Just me and you.” Just me and you.

Fics like desperate, just like you asked

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