Oh extremely. I expect constant bribes to keep my mouth shut. [in truth he probably has less patience for teenage shenanigans than pal even, so he'll be quiet. lucky man.
he shifts his legs over pal's lap, happy to tangle them together, mug cakes or not. he tries not to have an absolutely ridiculous thought about it being like a wedding cake and nearly laughs at himself for being so... like this. happy, he guesses. maybe they should do a formula, bit or not.]
We should take tomorrow off, stay in. [he offers after a beat. shocking, not working for a whole day? who is this guy.] It's been a while, and it's been a busy month. It is good for our corruption levels to take breaks.
I'll find some way to make it worth your while. [Mouth shut optional? He's already workshopping it.
Mm, but this is a pleasant upswing to a mood that was already good, so - no one would blame either of them for getting cozy instead of learning the art of the mug cake. Who knew that all it took to make Viktor relax enough to take off work for a day was housing development. Ha.
Palamedes laughs, anyway - oh, is taking breaks what they'll be doing, fascinating - and makes an exaggerated face like he really has to think about it.]
I don't know; we might fall behind schedule. I'm kidding, obviously, I'd love to take the day off just for our sake. Frankly, we're owed this.
[Remina, personally, owes them this. He wiggles his fingers where they rest under Viktor's shirt, leaning in to press a kiss wherever he happens to land, and then another, and lo: another one after that. What's a mug cake, he's never heard of it...]
Viktor, you... [Hm, what hasn't he said a handful of times just today already, that properly conveys his feelings? For a moment he simply looks at him like this, admiration and adoration spilling over into an unadulterated contentedness, so, ah- there's that, to cover his bases.] Well, you know how I feel. You're amazing, for starters, and I'll save the rest for tomorrow.
["i will pepper in the fact that i am madly in love" - palamedes sextus, romantic genius]
[yes taking "breaks" while staying inside, what could that possibly mean. funnily enough it's less horny and more he knows going out under the sun is never going to be pal's favorite thing, so nice inside time? the plan.
viktor scoffs, so fond when he kisses the exaggerated face pal makes.] We are. Besides, Remina put us ahead of schedule if you remember. Far too ahead of schedule.
[dry. that loop is less problematic than others but still annoying.
ah couch married life though, if their day off is just this he would be incredibly content. he presses into pal's hand, mug cake easily forgotten for now, sorry mug cake. good thing for the sticky note reminder later.
he'd rather soak up the affection, less and less like a starving man these days, more and more secure in some level of understanding that this is not a passing dream. he'd rather offer it back in turn, softer around the edges than before, deeply content in everything pal is and offers him. painfully, ridiculously happy, as he said before. just one quiet moment untouched by what ifs and harsh realities.]
And what will we do in the meantime, I wonder. [he says fondly, and answers that with a languid kiss. he'd be happy to lose the evening to just this, grasping one of pal's hands to intertwine their fingers, the other free to tilt his head, rest over his heart, skirt under his old man pajamas.]
[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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he shifts his legs over pal's lap, happy to tangle them together, mug cakes or not. he tries not to have an absolutely ridiculous thought about it being like a wedding cake and nearly laughs at himself for being so... like this. happy, he guesses. maybe they should do a formula, bit or not.]
We should take tomorrow off, stay in. [he offers after a beat. shocking, not working for a whole day? who is this guy.] It's been a while, and it's been a busy month. It is good for our corruption levels to take breaks.
[uh huh.]
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Mm, but this is a pleasant upswing to a mood that was already good, so - no one would blame either of them for getting cozy instead of learning the art of the mug cake. Who knew that all it took to make Viktor relax enough to take off work for a day was housing development. Ha.
Palamedes laughs, anyway - oh, is taking breaks what they'll be doing, fascinating - and makes an exaggerated face like he really has to think about it.]
I don't know; we might fall behind schedule. I'm kidding, obviously, I'd love to take the day off just for our sake. Frankly, we're owed this.
[Remina, personally, owes them this. He wiggles his fingers where they rest under Viktor's shirt, leaning in to press a kiss wherever he happens to land, and then another, and lo: another one after that. What's a mug cake, he's never heard of it...]
Viktor, you... [Hm, what hasn't he said a handful of times just today already, that properly conveys his feelings? For a moment he simply looks at him like this, admiration and adoration spilling over into an unadulterated contentedness, so, ah- there's that, to cover his bases.] Well, you know how I feel. You're amazing, for starters, and I'll save the rest for tomorrow.
["i will pepper in the fact that i am madly in love" - palamedes sextus, romantic genius]
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viktor scoffs, so fond when he kisses the exaggerated face pal makes.] We are. Besides, Remina put us ahead of schedule if you remember. Far too ahead of schedule.
[dry. that loop is less problematic than others but still annoying.
ah couch married life though, if their day off is just this he would be incredibly content. he presses into pal's hand, mug cake easily forgotten for now, sorry mug cake. good thing for the sticky note reminder later.
he'd rather soak up the affection, less and less like a starving man these days, more and more secure in some level of understanding that this is not a passing dream. he'd rather offer it back in turn, softer around the edges than before, deeply content in everything pal is and offers him. painfully, ridiculously happy, as he said before. just one quiet moment untouched by what ifs and harsh realities.]
And what will we do in the meantime, I wonder. [he says fondly, and answers that with a languid kiss. he'd be happy to lose the evening to just this, grasping one of pal's hands to intertwine their fingers, the other free to tilt his head, rest over his heart, skirt under his old man pajamas.]
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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.