firstworldproblem | IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

[He pets his back as he is still on his lap and letting the back of his fingers run across his cheek.]

Still sure you want to write me a letter.

Oh yes, this is what will sway me.

[He catches his hand and kisses his palm in gentle contrast to the sarcasm and rolled eyes.]

[That does get his cheeks to color as he pulls his hand back giving him the same exasperated expression with no bite.]

I could try harder, but I'm more curious as to what you will pen. Will you start now or did you simply want to encourage me to write poetry.

I had intended to, but I've grown quite comfortable.

[To be a shitty cat he even drapes his arms on Emet's shoulders and gets more settled on his lap. ]

I'm not in your way now am I?

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Not at all, but I've dropped and lost scissors in this couch earlier. Do be careful of that surprise.

[He will maneuver around him to pick up a few pictures, mostly those stemming from the Hargreeves donut gathering.]

And I'm putting you to work. You have to select which one of these you like.

[He hums and plucks them from Emet's fingers, looking them over. Is he easy to distract with work? Or "work". Yes. He knows he is. He's still letting himself be diverted.

He holds out a few, with the best shots of sibling faces or people looking like maybe they're enjoying themselves.]

These.

[He separates them into the selected pile neatly stacking them. He then hands him some stationary.]

I do have a written request of a different kind. A memory between the two of you written through your eyes. In dual languages if you wouldn't mind.

Really, from me? You are making this quite the scrapbook.

It has to be rather excellent to match his gift. You'll save my hand from cramping if you do.

I do desire to look up it and just know how much he is adored.

[He smiles a little, pinching Emet's cheek and then getting out of his lap.]

'Tis good to see you so in love, it does suit you. Very well, I'll write some endearments for your beloved.

[He makes such a face.]

The handwritten aspect will endear him, and you enjoy spoiling him just as much as I.

[He will take that face as a personal victory, settling in with the pen and paper smugly.]

Is that embarrassment I detect?

That I am so deeply enthralled beyond my wildest expectations? That my heart would flutter and look upon the future with such brightness, such desire to spend it with Five Hargreeves.

Mayhaps a little embarrassed.

[He reaches over and brushes Emet's hair back.]

Tease you though I may, my heart soars to see you look to the future with hope and the present with happiness, my friend.

[He taps him on the nose.]

I know. The same can be said of you. After all our struggles, we simply long to find peace and happiness. For ourselves, and perhaps more for each other.

[He huffs and leans back.]

True as that is you can let me dote on you somewhat.

Do you truly believe you dote on me so little? Look at this room, its attention to detail, it’s grandeur. You stay with me so I do not spend my nights alone long before recent developments.

I am doted upon every day. How could I forget it?

All this of your own design.

But that does remind me. Something I have of late been giving thought to. How would you like to live when this is all done with?

Hardly. I never would have made the bathroom so luxurious. Which is my favorite feature by the way.

[He tilts his head a little.]

Is it not obvious? I will stay with Five on his star until enough time has passed. And once the Final Days has been averted I will retire somewhere in Amaurot. The where doesn’t matter as much as I’m with the four of you. Though I imagine Vergil might need some space outside of the city.

I date day you are in danger of becoming aquatic.

[But it's said very fondly. And he looks thoughtful.]

That is my desire as well. To be together, even if everyone must be apart for a short while.

[He pats his thigh a little mockingly.]

You sound as if that was ever in question.

[Just for that he turns and drapes his legs across Emet's lap. Though he looks a little embarrassed.]

It is easier to plan if I know precisely what everyone wishes for.

[He will just massage his calfs and shins then.]

Do you want me to say it?

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