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once more with shitposting

[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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That was when no one knew you were very important. [That sure is a nice thing that nice boyfriends say. But like, he has? A point?]

I'm not always going to be around... if someone were to try and just end this family line, I don't think saying kind things is going to work like it did on that child.

Well, technically... [He's not actually a real Barma?? That line died the moment Rufus Barma never gave up on his teenage crush. Anyway, this kind of talk is going to give him an ulcer, please don't.]

I know you know her name is Lily. Please don't antagonize her. [Please, god. Break doesn't have to adopt her but please be fake-civil to the 10-year-old girl.] As for your idea, I will think about it.

[Read: always be too busy for it, darn, next week??]

[That child would have killed Reim and wanted to rip his body to shreds? He heard that when everyone was pretending he was actually dead. He's bitter.]

I won't antagonize her if she doesn't visit. [He sighs, turning his head away like there's something more interesting to pay attention to. There isn't, he's just a brat.] You're robbing me of things to do, Reim... I'll have to spend all my time in your arms.

[No, it's fine, she's good now? She's also like 10, which probably excuses her... trying to kill him... he did shoot her in the head. God, he's not going through the whole list of events again just to prove a point.]

You've made it to your age with no hobbies besides antagonizing people around you? No wonder you haven't made any friends. [he loves you but holy SHIT] I can write reports around you.

I don't have any other friends because they're all idiots. [Every single one. Gilbert? Less of an idiot than the rest, but still very dumb.]

Can you, really? I can be so very distracting. [he will kiss... so much]

[Shut up, Gilbert is a dazzling young man?? Very good at knitting and stuff. Reim tsks, disapprovingly. Be nice...]

I've managed to work hard despite your interference for this long, so I daresay I'm quite the expert in it now! Give it your best shot, Xerxes.

And yet you're out here with me instead of getting back to work. You've always endured it as my best friend, not... [This?? He doesn't know what to call this, so he just doesn't finish that sentence. He'll stop being 12 someday.

He hums, then instead of making the effort to lean up, just pulls on Reim's shirt until he's the proper height for another kiss. His efforts of keeping his distracted aren't going to work from sheer laziness, but like, he can dream.]

[call him ~LOVER~]

You wanted me to make time— [So clearly he's making it right now? He'd be back inside working if all the kissing hadn't happened all of a sudden, so alright, fair point... but never mind that, now that there's even more kissing to be had. He makes a noise, not really protesting, when he's suddenly pulled down, but he leans into the kiss easily enough.

This...... doesn't count as proof of anything, he could go do paperwork at any time.]

[Yeah go do that paperwork instead of this Reim... That's a thing that will definitely happen. Break doesn't prolong this kiss like he had the first time, but he does follow it up with more between breaths. Break couldn't stop grinning if he tried- he's just so elated that he can do this now. He also can't remember how long he's wanted to.]

You haven't had much practice with this, have you? I'll have to catch you up.

[New house rule, limit the amount of cute boyfriend things Break is allowed to do in one day?? Reim's too delicate to take this, and he was doing so well without getting super flustered...]

Y-You...!! [menace, the worst, dumped] You'll have to be appropriate.

[Currently, they are outside. But also he's a big fussy baby.]

I don't think you fell for the right person if you wanted someone appropriate, Reim.

[What was he expecting?? Break's not going to get any less embarrassing, so just bear it and love him.]

You're blushing, aren't you? I can't imagine how red you'd be if we were inside.

I am certainly not. [Maybe a little? Don't touch his face, his secret will be safe.]

Perhaps we should go back inside. Appropriately. I do have things to do before you can monopolize the rest of my time.

[Let him touch paper first or he'll go crazy.]

Why can't we go back inside inappropriately? [He drops his head on Reim's shoulder and sighs like this is the worst thing in the world, snaking his arms around him like he's not letting him go anywhere.]

I'll go back inside with you now... if you let me kiss you at the door.

How is the door any different from here...?

[He's exasperated by this apparent inability to just get up and walk, not genuinely wondering about this wild change of scenery. Worry not, the pettiness never truly goes away.

As such,] As much as I enjoy having you here like this, I will not be carrying you back inside.

[Win some, lose some?? He'll smooch at the door.]

What good are you if you won't carry your lover?

[He is the worst boyfriend? Just give him another minute of sitting here, he's so comfortable... Truly Reim is being wasteful by not taking advantage of his size and letting him stay that way.]

You still have to be done before sunset. [He finally grumbles, dragging himself off Reim to stand up. He never should have left that bottle of wine somewhere? He needs it.] I'll be on a couch... somewhere.

[He'll be ready and available by the evening to be crawled on like talking furniture, thanks?? He reaches for Break as he stands, sliding an arm around his waist to tug him close.

So basically the same thing they were just doing, but rearranged so he can move back to his paperwork. Details.]

Be patient for once in your life, Xerx. [zarks] It will be sunset before you know it.

[Literally, because he can't see it. But a clock probably chimes helpfully, somewhere.]

[There was some attempt to put his arm around Reim's shoulders before he realized how stupid of an idea that was. He settles for around his back, like it never happened. Shut up.]

Telling me to be patient is like telling you not to stress over the work. It won't happen. [He pauses.] ... I am sorry about the mess.

[his shitty grilled cheese and cookies]

The- oh, the mess... In all the excitement, I had forgotten what you did to my office.

["The excitement." A few smooches: excitement. With that mess misery fresh on everyone's minds, then, it's time to go back inside. All the way inside and back to work forever.

No, he stops at the door with an expectant hum. Thrill him, Mr. Competent Romance.]

[Excitement... uh, that was chaste? Break isn't going to say it, but he's thinking it all the way to the door. Where he's supposed to kiss him. Right.

He detaches himself from Reim's arm, moving in front of him to run his hands up his chest. He settles one over his heart and uses the other to trace the line of his jaw, taking a moment to picture his face in his mind before he leans up and kisses him. It isn't dissimilar from the first, this time - slow and deep - to savor the moment before he's left to his own devices.]

I am going to get better at this. [Not... this, but, in general.] So don't worry about anything but what's in there anymore, hm?

[It was very racy and thrilling, actually. Reim is soft. Like right now, the way he melts into the kiss like it really is the first time all over again. What he lacks in experience he makes up in enthusiasm and, more than that, certainty. Break can insist Reim will regret this sooner or later as much as he wants, but Break is wrong all the time and Reim has never been more sure of his heart than this.

So, you know. He'll kiss him, and hold him close an extra couple seconds, and choose to believe that the more Break insists he'll get better at- existing, the easier it will be. Somehow... the power of suggestion.

It's a sweet gesture, anyway. He's ready for Break to crawl out of a cabinet and throw candy at him to make up for how sweet he's being, later.]

I think it's my job to worry about you now, actually. More than I did before. [hmph hmph] Don't think you have to get better on your own.

[He's probably never going to believe he's been deserving of that certainty and commitment after all the things he's done, but now? Instead of dwelling on it, he's going to try and make up for it, all thanks for Reim finally getting through his dense head. He's rewarded for this by another quick kiss before he has to lean back for the sake of his feet.]

I'll tell you if I need you. [He smiles, tapping him on the nose before he draws his arms back. He probably won't do that as much as he intends, but... he's trying.] Now go back to paper pushing, moron. You know where I'll be.

[Try... harder!! Trying harder is the first step to maybe deserving the best boyfriend ever, after all that horrible stuff like murder. Which Reim is just totally alright with, so just accept the varying levels of impossibility here.

Anyway... paperwork.] On a couch somewhere, of course. Don't make a mess.

[You know, again. He wouldn't have to say this like Break is 5 if he would stop making messes everywhere he goes; another thing to try harder at fixing.

But now they'll go off to do their own things for the day including but not limited to cleaning cookie crumbs out of a desk drawer, and come sundown Break will have to come pick Reim up himself for their evening date, because he may have stopped working but he also worked extra hard so he could stop and has now dozed off on his desk.

Other things Break will have to learn through touching everything, as is his way: he went and found that silly vampire novel, too. It's on the desk. Feel its gently embossed title.]

[Reim wouldn't just stand their reading date up, Break knows. He waits maybe ten minutes after the clock chimes before he's making his way back to his office, and assuming he's just still working, he's armed himself with candy to throw at him for attention. He's not mad over this misconception, just... annoyed, because he actually got dressed halfway through the day and set up a nice tray of snacks and finer wine. He never did find that old bottle.]

Reim? [But it's fine. He notices the distinct lack of scribbling away almost immediately. He blinks, then slowly smiles and walks around the desk., indeeding feel everything to make sure things are actually done. Reim gets to wake up to a gentle nudge rather than getting pelted with candy because he found that book.]

Wake up, dear. [nudge nudge] You owe me a date.

[Reim will regret falling asleep on his desk for the next week, his punishment for doing it in the first place. He stirs and then sits up slowly when he's so kindly nudged, pushing his glasses up to rub at his face for a second, and... hmm.]

You're dressed. [HMM] How long was I asleep...?

[Is it tomorrow, did he sleep on his desk all night— no, surely not. But maybe. After this wholly romantic non-greeting he looks back at his desk to make sure he finished at least what he was planning to... yeah, good enough. He picks up the book, then stands. Still tired...]

I didn't intend to... [knock out on the desk] Well, let's go.

[Reim is really lucky he's his new boyfriend? Break could have told him he slept for a whole day and he's so behind, and missed all his meetings, but now he's leaving him be. He thought about it, but. Appreciate him.]

The night's young, unlike you. [Old man... He doesn't have any room to call him that, but whatever. He takes his free hand to lead him out of the office.] Did you dream of me~?

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