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Less Science Please

Summary:

Now. Tango had very much come to expect the unexpected. He had to with the life he lived and the people he lived it with.

He hadn't been ready for this.

Notes:

Prompt: ZITS
"Honey, baby, sweetie, would you please tell me why you’re holding the biggest alligator I’ve ever seen in my fucking life in our living room?”

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Now. Tango had very much come to expect the unexpected. He had to with the life he lived and the people he lived it with. 

 

He hadn't been ready for this.

 

The door to their apartment swung open and Tango wasn't even looking where he was going as he checked a text from Impulse. He wandered in, half paying attention to the song playing through his headphones, and locked the door. He took off his shoes all before he looked up to see-

 

“Holy shit!” Tango leapt backwards as a tail lashed in his direction. 

 

“Top!” Skizz grinned as he readjusted his headlock on the alligator. Alligator.

 

“Honey, baby, sweetie, would you please tell me why you’re holding the biggest alligator I’ve ever seen in my fucking life in our living room?” 

 

Skizz shrugged, “Zeddlebop just told me to hold it still while he got something!” 

 

Tango pinched the bridge of his nose, “ Zedaph.”

 

“Oh no. That sounds like trouble!” Zedaph poked his head around the corner, “Trouble is right! Hello Tango!”

 

“Why?” Is all Tango could manage.

 

“For Science!

 

Tango sighed. “I think I'd like less science in our apartment.”