[viktor's head falls against pal's shoulder, a helpless laugh. he turns his head to press a kiss to pal's neck, then another, deeply considering trying to push his luck and see how much distraction he can manage. the last time they were frisky at the chairs here was Blueberry Time Loops, which he'd be happy to just thoroughly erase from their memory with a new, improved one.
so pal's got his work cut out for him as he ponders how helpful he wants to be, and murmurs into pal's neck,] The fact we missed each other so often last month is proof you are still taking on a great deal. I suppose it is a sin of mine as well.
[and a soft laugh against his skin.] I am weak to you. And surely the crackers can wait? [vile temptress.]
[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.
[ha, he's winning. he squeezes pal's thigh like a victory, his other hand moving to press under the hem of pal's shirt and to skin.] Palamedes, [he copies the tone, lost in some smug amusement himself.] I will sulk if you push me away for crackers.
[but then pal offers that, and the laughter viktor has to bite back makes his shoulders shake. he pulls back just enough to kiss him again, with endless fondness, eyes bright with it as the kiss breaks.]
You are ridiculous and I adore you. Fine. [a cracker gets picked up, meaning he has to sit back which is a shame but this is too fucking funny and sweet and ridiculous. strip crackers. incredible. and this is how pal wins and gets him to eat the damn cracker already.]
[Surely Palamedes is not so easily seduced that he's undone by a pointed tone and a warm hand... surely not. Maybe just a little. He hums, so scolding, like he has something very biting and reprimanding to say about Viktor's threat of sulking, but nope, that's it. He even squeezes his hip a little, a smidge disappointed to lose the touch of skin on skin.
Stalwart, Palamedes. Strip crackers, a game for real adults who aren't being ridiculous at one in the morning in their own home. He raises an eyebrow, waiting patiently for Viktor to eat one (1) cracker. A shame he's already in his old man pjs, or he could really milk all his usual layers for a whole stack of crackers, but he's still going to be a little shit and kick off one slipper, first. It counts.]
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so pal's got his work cut out for him as he ponders how helpful he wants to be, and murmurs into pal's neck,] The fact we missed each other so often last month is proof you are still taking on a great deal. I suppose it is a sin of mine as well.
[and a soft laugh against his skin.] I am weak to you. And surely the crackers can wait? [vile temptress.]
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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.
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[but then pal offers that, and the laughter viktor has to bite back makes his shoulders shake. he pulls back just enough to kiss him again, with endless fondness, eyes bright with it as the kiss breaks.]
You are ridiculous and I adore you. Fine. [a cracker gets picked up, meaning he has to sit back which is a shame but this is too fucking funny and sweet and ridiculous. strip crackers. incredible. and this is how pal wins and gets him to eat the damn cracker already.]
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Stalwart, Palamedes. Strip crackers, a game for real adults who aren't being ridiculous at one in the morning in their own home. He raises an eyebrow, waiting patiently for Viktor to eat one (1) cracker. A shame he's already in his old man pjs, or he could really milk all his usual layers for a whole stack of crackers, but he's still going to be a little shit and kick off one slipper, first. It counts.]
Keep going; you've got work to do.