once more with shitposting

[allweather]

[Reim is loath to think it's convenient that the city needs to be put back together after everything. There's been so much loss, they've all felt it—but having something to do after Pandora is dissolved keeps everyone's minds off those things, more or less, so. It's a little convenient. It keeps people busy, himself included.

Most people, anyway... Reim has more than enough to do, from ironing out the details of the relief efforts (it's-not-Pandora-but-it's-mostly-the-same-people is not a viable organization name, the struggle) to dealing with people on a much more individual level, including trying to integrate the remaining Baskervilles— he's never been more stressed in his life!!

Unlike some people apparently on a quest to ruin the only peace and quiet he has in his schedule - locking himself in his office to eat meals - in between everything else. It's just after he's been to check up on Duke Barma, who is surprisingly... robust, if bedridden, and he's escaped that harrowing exchange only to find his office invaded and some kind of food out. It smells like food. That's not the lunch he ordered??

He sighs. It must be every day of his life at once. He will address... the office:]

Xerxes, come out of there.

[he doesn't even know where, but he Knows it's somewhere.]

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[holloweyed]

All you do is hit me and call me an idiot. It hurts my feelings!

[He places a hand over his heart, like truly this is a tale of woe. Love him?]

Is it so hard to believe I think you don't like me, sometimes?

[allweather]

Yes.

[Know that he has actively turned his head to stare blankly down at this moron, now. Don't test him, old man.]

Stop fishing for compliments.

[holloweyed]

You must be looking at me so lovingly to make up for it.

[He shuts his eye longer than a blink... is this his attempt a winking? Yeah, it is.]

It's okay, Reim. I forgive you.

[allweather]

[He really should just flip Break into the sun! But he's not, he only sighs and looks away from him to check out... the nice weather? Instead.]

I don't call you anything you don't deserve! [So there, he's not saying he's sorry. Jerk.] Now, tell me what you want to read later, please.

[holloweyed]

[Hey? Pay attention to him? Even if Break can't see and he's already probably making Reim's arm fall asleep, this is unacceptable. He tugs on Reim's jacket... thing like it needs adjusting. Spoilers: it didn't.]

We don't have to read anything that isn't to your tastes. [There's so many volumes of Holy Knight and Reim worked through all of them, probably.] There is a series of vampires...

[don't doxx me for referencing other boys you put me in this position]

[allweather]

[Stop this!! Let him live. Reim puts up with this for about ten seconds before he swats vaguely at Break's hand and then just holds it again. He's officially out of hands that aren't paying attention to Break, happy? God.]

Vampires...? [he's lowkey judgin] Alright, if there's a copy in the library...

[And there probably is because Barma is a weird collector who buys first editions he will never actually read just to say he has them in his private stash, so. It will even be fancy.]

[holloweyed]

[Um, fine. He's reluctantly satisfied. He intertwines his fingers through his before he finally relaxes, though.]

Good. [He hums, ignoring the fact he's judging his great choices.] I won't make you read every evening if it becomes tiring... so if you had to choose, what would we do?

[allweather]

[He'll read Break's vampire fanfiction, it's fine. Later, when it's not hand holding time. How will Break get through reading time, since Reim will need his hands for that??]

Well... an evening with no work would be great on its own.

[He doesn't know what to do with free time because he never has any, okay. He'll have to judge this when he gets there.]

[holloweyed]

[Reading time will consist of maybe a few pages before it's just holding Break time, clearly. They'll get through the book in maybe a month.]

Hmmm? Is that all? We'll just lay around and do nothing? [Hmmm.] ... That isn't all that bad if I can be in your company, I suppose.

[allweather]

[But the literature... He's already doing holding Break time right now, how much holding does one old man need??]

If I could do nothing for one day, it would be a miracle. [He never gets days off... But what else can they actually do, before Break gets bored—] We'll drink.

[yes.]

[holloweyed]

[Compromise: he'll read while Break lays in his arms instead. This is ideal.]

You'll turn into an alcoholic, moron. [but really: HELL yes] Though I'd love to see you hungover... what a mess you'll be! Your master won't be drinking anything he's saved for his wedding, so we'll enjoy his finer wine.

[allweather]

[They should stay inside for that where there's comfy furniture then. Ultra ideal.]

Somehow, he'll find out... [but also: fuck it] We won't spend an entire day doing nothing but drink, besides. Even you'd have trouble with that.

[holloweyed]

You underestimate me. I already have all the qualities of someone who would drink all day. Old, mad, on the verge of diabetes...

[Truly, he has done everything else to put him on death's door, so why not?]

But I would probably say things I shouldn't, so maybe you're right.

[allweather]

[Oh, it sounds like... Break is banned from drinking...?? What the hell happened to that bottle of wine, it's banned now. Wherever it is, on the ground somewhere.]

Hmm. [Is he curious? Hell fucking yes he is, but he won't let Break win!! So he won't ask. The logic is sound.]

Well, it will only be enough to relax, anyway. There's no point in getting out of control.

[holloweyed]

[His great set up, lost to the fact Reim has to win... Awful. He can't just give up and say things, so he'll stubbornly stand off on this.]

I don't think you've ever gotten out of control in your life... It must be so boring.

[allweather]

[What a baby? Just say words like an adult.

Here, a brief cinematic flashback of all the doors Reim has broken at Pandora in his lifetime. It's several. He kicked doors off their hinges, Break.]

Maybe to you. Most people are kind enough to say I'm reliable, not boring.

[holloweyed]

[Hey, don't break his vision of Reim being real soft.]

Oh, I can always rely on you to be as boring as possible. That's for sure!

[allweather]

[He was there!!! For the doors!!]

Xerxes! [Did he want to get his ear flicked again? Great because Reim's pulling on it, this time. Be nice to him.]

It seems like it's actually you who only complains and hurls insults...!

[holloweyed]

[He paid more attention to Reim being a sappy moron back then!!]

Reim! [He has to break this great hand hold to swat at him, which is a crime? Reim is bad.] I was complimenting you minutes ago, I can't help your personality! You're boring but I don't know what I would do without you, so let go!

[allweather]

[HMM... He supposes he'll accept this and let go. And of course he can't just let that go, that would be silly.]

Oh, really? How hopeless. You're lucky I'm here for you.

[holloweyed]

[No, let that go... ugh. Break leans away from him to rub his ear, which is fine. He's just grumpy.]

You're lucky I'm here for you... you would lead a very sad life without me.

[allweather]

[He's a grumpy child. Reim is still winning, as a result.]

I might. [so,] Thankfully, I won't have to find out.

[Because SOMEBODY... is not going to try to die all the time anymore!!]

[holloweyed]

[There's something to be said about Break's life expectancy still being pretty low, but even he doesn't want to think about that. Instead he huffs, refusing to turn his head Reim's way because he is a child.]

There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, you jerk. So respect your elders.

[allweather]

[Hey shut up, nobody ever dies and everyone is happy forever.]

See? Now you're calling me names. [How dare he? Reim lifts his hand like he might yank on Break's ear again, but no, he's just going to touch his hair a little instead.] I already knew that.

[holloweyed]

[He could have kept this up if it weren't for this hair touching. Thanks for ruining his image. Break lasts maybe a few more seconds before he's leaning back against him.]

You don't know everything. You don't know half of what you mean to me, because words can't describe it... [Yeah... he sure did get him good by saying he means so much more than he can say?] So, there. Shut up.