[Viktor, good god. Let it not be said that Palamedes isn't tempted, because he is, but he also wants Viktor to eat his crackers and get some sleep after what has clearly been a long - if good! - evening. He huffs, leaning into Viktor despite himself and letting a hand slide down to his waist, then his hip.
Listen... listen. Crackers.]
I couldn't just quit the Sanctuary, or the children's team, [he murmurs, enjoying the affection and persistently not caving to it, huff.] I could work fewer hours at the Lumenarium? But...
[It's literally a hospital, oops maybe he does have 500 obligations. He'll blame not seeing Viktor so much on the ghosts and the days spent wandering around in tunnels for too many hours, and not his myriad jobs. Ahem. Now then: snacks.]
Viktor, [terrible; he laughs. so scolding.] You're going to sulk until lunchtime if you don't eat the crackers now.
[......a metaphorical lightbulb dings on above his head, and,] I'll remove one piece of clothing for every cracker you eat.
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Listen... listen. Crackers.]
I couldn't just quit the Sanctuary, or the children's team, [he murmurs, enjoying the affection and persistently not caving to it, huff.] I could work fewer hours at the Lumenarium? But...
[It's literally a hospital, oops maybe he does have 500 obligations. He'll blame not seeing Viktor so much on the ghosts and the days spent wandering around in tunnels for too many hours, and not his myriad jobs. Ahem. Now then: snacks.]
Viktor, [terrible; he laughs. so scolding.] You're going to sulk until lunchtime if you don't eat the crackers now.
[......a metaphorical lightbulb dings on above his head, and,] I'll remove one piece of clothing for every cracker you eat.