Crawford looks around the desc room and decides some redecoration is in order—it needs to look more official/menacing

Title: Schwarz in Space (Space Space)

Characters/Pairings: Crawford, Schuldig

Team: Schwarz

Word Count: 100

Challenge: Experiment

Crawford took in the vomit-colored carpet, the suspiciously stained sofa, the uncomfortable computer chair. Somebody’s socks (he wouldn’t contemplate whose) lay on an awkwardly low table beside half-eaten takeout. Needless to say, it wasn’t much of a war room.

Perhaps he’d experiment with that.

Schuldig entered the room whistling, not even wondering why the door was shut. He froze.

It was much more . . . spacious. But glowing dotted lines?

“You don’t like it?” Crawford stood in the doorway, dramatically silhouetted.

“I do if I get a lightsabre. Pretty please?”

Crawford’s mouth twitched. “It’s a more professional look.”

“Really.”