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I saw Reggie angst so in return, I write Pheoness and Reggie fluff pt 1

(The angst was this https://www.tumblr.com/wyvchard/757213464395759616/wip-to-be-named?source=share)

(This takes place after Death Engine. Why is it so long? I honestly have no idea)

The glow from the summer stars lit the inactive Agency building. It was so late that most of the employees went home or fell asleep. The only light from the building was from a tiny office window, Pheoness’s office. There was a faint sense of nostalgia in the air as Pheoness packed her belongings into the last box. In a few days, her and Agent Pheonix would be relocated to another area for their missions. The location was top secret, so not even they knew where their new quarters would be. She wasn’t just a novice rookie anymore, she was in the big leagues! All of this was exciting to her but, she’s been in this office ever since she met her new friends. Memories, both good and bad, filled this quaint little office. Despise chipped at her tired body as she stored away her valuables and she stopped when the familiar feeling of a cold wood frame met her hand. She looks at the item in her hand, a picture of her, Pheonix, and Reginald. They all looked so joyous and even Pheoness had a soft smirk on her face. Though the longing lingered on her like a bad aftertaste, it was washed away by realization. The place where she made these memories will soon be gone, but the people she made it with will not. She felt so lucky to finally have people who respected and cared for her and ecstatic to make even more new memories with them. With the last box packed, her work was finally completed and she could hit the hay. Pheoness remembered Reginald was still awake a few hours ago. Director Morales doesn’t go easy on the paperwork after all. It wouldn’t hurt to say goodnight before she leaves. Unlike the loud, bustling, atmosphere during the day, it was dead silent with only dim overhead lights making her surroundings visible. As she got to his door, she realized the lights inside were off. Dang it, he already left. She really wanted to see him right now…oh well….guess she’ll see him tomorrow. She was about to leave until something stopped her. A noise. One so small, but so powerful it make her blood run cold. The sound of muffled sobs. She gripped the handle of the door, mentally trying to prepare herself for whatever is behind the door, she’s no therapist and definitely not good with handling any sort of emotions. With whitened knuckles, she softly twists the handle and makes a slim opening in the door so she could see what was happening.

Um..Pheoness…? Are you okay..?

These two are adopted siblings, your honor.

also Pheoness has some serious trust issues…does the agency have a therapist?

also, bonus

….Pheoness…?