[Palamedes hums, half content and half, eh, not pleased with Remina by any means, but not so angry about that particular loop.]
I'm not thanking her; god no. If she wanted us to take a day off, she could have asked.
[Could she have still asked via oozing blood and menacing stare? Likely. Palamedes wouldn't have thought much of such a choice, but it is what it is. Regardless, he's more than willing to put her out of mind for the time being, to respond to Viktor in kind. This is the evening they've been owed, not even a joke; after everything, they should have more evenings like this, where the biggest concerns are legs falling asleep from how haphazardly they arrange themselves in a quest to get ever closer. There will be more evenings like this, he decides, and presses the determination that wells up in him into another kiss; so many more evenings like this until they're commonplace, without ghosts or illness or dread.
It's a good goal. It has its own list at the back of his mind, and it's the only thing on there. Still, in the here and now, after he's done horrible, irreversible stretches to Viktor's t-shirt and his old man pajamas are sufficiently rucked up and rumpled, does he pull back a moment to speak, pleasantly flushed and not quite out of breath. Ah-]
I've tried to think of a clever opening for this and come up empty, so you'll just have to bear with me: I have a request. [pause for effect just kidding he does not pause in the slightest, ahem,] Get up from here, skip the mugs and take a shower with me.
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I'm not thanking her; god no. If she wanted us to take a day off, she could have asked.
[Could she have still asked via oozing blood and menacing stare? Likely. Palamedes wouldn't have thought much of such a choice, but it is what it is. Regardless, he's more than willing to put her out of mind for the time being, to respond to Viktor in kind. This is the evening they've been owed, not even a joke; after everything, they should have more evenings like this, where the biggest concerns are legs falling asleep from how haphazardly they arrange themselves in a quest to get ever closer. There will be more evenings like this, he decides, and presses the determination that wells up in him into another kiss; so many more evenings like this until they're commonplace, without ghosts or illness or dread.
It's a good goal. It has its own list at the back of his mind, and it's the only thing on there. Still, in the here and now, after he's done horrible, irreversible stretches to Viktor's t-shirt and his old man pajamas are sufficiently rucked up and rumpled, does he pull back a moment to speak, pleasantly flushed and not quite out of breath. Ah-]
I've tried to think of a clever opening for this and come up empty, so you'll just have to bear with me: I have a request. [pause for effect just kidding he does not pause in the slightest, ahem,] Get up from here, skip the mugs and take a shower with me.