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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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[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~?

[That's suspicious... no, it's not, he's blessed Break isn't messing around for once. He tucks the book under his arm so he can reach over and pinch Break's cheek - gently, he's nice - for calling him old.]

No. [He's honest,] Perhaps later, when I can go to bed properly.

You're supposed to say you did anyway. [Break whines, pushing the hand at his cheek away so he can lean his head against his arm.] I'd be a very valiant knight in your dreams. You'd always feel safe.

[Not like... his old chain knight, though. Anyway, welcome to this lounge area that exists, he laid out a nice table in front of a couch that he probably stole from another room. It's probably the coziest it can get for old furniture that's probably meant to be antiques.]

Is that so? Then maybe I should go back to sleep.

[He's amused, and Break is a big loser, so everything is fine. Except for the fact that Break apparently felt it necessary to move furniture around... why? This whole mansion is available, why did he do that!! The greatest mystery of Reim's life is everything Break chooses to do, all the time.]

Is this where you've been all afternoon? [Rearranging rooms... sweet, but mysterious.]

Am I supposed to be anywhere else? I don't have anything to do, Reim.

[Let him have this... His only other activities are bothering Barma or artfully dodging Lily whenever she enters the same room. Break detaches himself so he can lay down on the couch, positioned so he ca just lay across Reim's lap when he sits.]

I thought this would be nice.

I didn't mean anything by it... [He sighs, shortly, as he follows Break over to the couch. This guy. At least he's already sitting down instead of loitering and making comments.]

It is nice. Don't get moody; come here.

[Stupid old man... let him kiss.]

[Hey, he's sensitive now? Leave him alone. He mumbles something about not being moody but moves over enough so he can lean back and kiss. Reim is so lucky he has the best boyfriend.]

I missed you. [it's been a few hours,]

[It sure has been a few hours. Reim kisses him fondly, and slips an arm around him to hold him close, but it's been a whole few hours. Break is needier than expected, or perhaps he just never voiced aloud how needy he is... How cute?? Sort of.]

Well, as promised, I've cleared my evening schedule just for you. So... I'm all yours.

[He's just not picking up this book to read it, is he? No, not while he can indulge in affection first... yes.]

[He's had several years of repressing this true needy self, and now Reim gets to witness all of it. Whether or not he will endure or enjoy it once the joys of getting together wears off remains a mystery.

For now, it's not so bad. He's just not leaving it at one kiss, instead going in for another almost immediately after the previous. One turns to two, and two turns to three, then he remembers about how he freed his evening to do something else. Whoops.]

You know, I think I'm doing everyone a public service... this will keep you sane, as opposed to how you usually spend your nights.

[Reading this vampire novel was Break's idea, so you know, Reim isn't complaining about getting distracted by kissing instead. He'd make a half-hearted effort if it was his book of choice, but nah, not today.]

Working... or with you and half a dozen different sweets. Hmm.

[He's saying only the kissing is different now, see. Very nuanced.]

You're certainly... [he tried, really, but he can't say "you're doing ME a service ;)))" because he's too Victorian. Ahem.] Well, I'm very relaxed.

[God, he's sooo lucky Break can't figure out what he was going to say. He raises his brows, occupying his hands by tracing the line of Reim's jaw. Hmmm.]

It's the least I can do, after all the times you've relaxed me. [This could have been a sweet statement, but you know he's gotta go in for the teasing.] Did you like me back when I asked for those massages, Reim~?

[A thoroughly bad man... Reim can't even appreciate this nice touch because it comes rolling in with some total nonsense. He makes a face that can only be described as overly serious for such a dingus level comment.]

Wouldn't you like to know! I should just let you wonder forever.

[He probably knows, but this is the prime opportunity to use his blind excuse to feel more of his features. He lifts his hand from his jaw, running his thumb over Reim's lips with a chuckle. Ah, he is frowning. How ridiculous.]

That'd be so cruel! I liked you back then. It isn't so hard to say.

[He is frowning, and now with a hand on his face and Break being a pain in the ass at him, he frowns harder. For emphasis. To prove a point. It's a good point.]

Maybe for you, but you've proven time and again how much you like to make fun of me. [babe.....he knows u] Maybe I did.

[It's a terrible point. Break pouts, cupping his face in both hands now.]

I make fun of you because you rarely have any fun. Would you like me if I acted like anyone else?

[Consider: his GREAT personality]

[He has the personality of an angry crab? Not for the first time, Reim is forced to acknowledge his questionable taste. He thinks for a moment, surely about to come up with something witty for this one - but no, never mind. Despite all odds, sap wins.

He sighs, covering one of Break's hands with one of his own.]

No... probably not. That isn't permission to be as annoying as possible on purpose— but I'll give you that point.

[Bad... and oh,] To be honest, I don't remember exactly when.

[Haaa, he wins this round with his wit and charm. Point to Break. He smirks, dragging his hands down his face to rest on his neck.]

I think... for me, it was seeing you hard at work after some time... I always knew you would do well in Pandora, but you went beyond expectations. [He hums, considering how that’s probably too sappy, then:] I almost thought you would be a brat forever!

[It's not wit and charm...... Reim is attracted to pathetic alcoholics...............

That is very sappy, though; Reim hums in place of raising a critical eyebrow. Very interesting!! He'll remember this sap.]

We can't all be middle-aged. [He pretty much is, though.] If all it took was doing your paperwork for you, we could have gotten this over with years ago.

[The time wasted? The inefficiency?]

[No, forget this sap, ugh... He's never saying anything sappy ever again after this.]

If I had distracted you so early on, you would never have been as productive as you are now... You'd always think of how much you're in love with me. I was doing the world a favor!

[Yeah he will, he can't lie to himself like that? He's a big baby and Reim knows it.]

Oh, I don't know. I think I'm rather good at multitasking. Surely I could come up with a good system to handle everything at once.

[he is serious]

[Well, Reim is being too much of an adult right now? This is not romantic. Break rolls his eye, moving to pull his cheek.]

You are not making a schedule for when you can think about how much you've fallen for me.

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