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he stepped through the door with a hum of approval then waited for the other , hand held out toward him.
β so long as it makes you happy , darling. β
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surprise is momentarily evident at the otherβs sudden reaction , that simple burst of enthusiasm prompting a brief pause then a rare chuckle from him , face warming slightly.
β since you're so eager to spend time with me . . shouldn't you be inviting me to your office? β
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he never hesitated to address his behavior , always the same pattern when it came to him.
his expectations truthfully weren't high , frown visible on his face as he approached Clutch once more.
β .. will you behave? β
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he is unamused , not facing the opossum as he takes a step further into the room. arms settle behind his back as he turned his attention elsewhere.
β your 'notes' are usually followed by you disregarding them entirely. β
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shoulders stiffen slightly at the word 'husband' . . huh.
β .. I recall how that ended last time. β
he gently pushed back the chair , standing up.
β you donβt need me to open a bottle. so Iβll assume the real intent is getting me to drink. β
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he is used to these idle touches by now , it was nothing disruptive enough to warrant his intervention. but it becomes hard to focus so he pushed said blueprint off the desk and into a drawer .
β You have asked me this before. my function is to be effective. β
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he didnβt so much as lift his eyes from the blueprint sprawled across his desk , but notes the presence of the opossum behind him.
a slow blink behind his glasses.
β What is it, Clutch? β
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he doesn't even lift his eyes from the data scrolling across his monitor , concern earned no more than a flicker of irritation from him.
β I am perfectly aware of my own limits , thank you. β
he was fine , composed , efficient. no one should be able to see past that.
β
ββ¦How long did you sleep last night?β
The unicorn asked the
platypus. Holding a clipboard as he observed the other. Before looking down at his notes as he pressed a button.
βBecause It seems you.. have been
much more drowsy, @EmpireMasterM.β
The worried unicorn stated.
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eyes return to the opossum as his hand curls around his wrist , digits slide beneath the cuff and slowly lift his sleeve.
β forgiveness isnβt hard when neither of us are good men.
and i do think about it. β
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he turns his head subtly but does not recoil. discomfort kept orderly , his gaze shifts to the side.
β i try to understand your intent.
I know you're trying to express something you donβt know how to say properly. β
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I'm afraid the consequences of your actions are irreversible , but you without the filter feels more honest.
. . you're not a burden , I forgave you. No one sees you in that light , perhaps except for her.
but thatβs a matter Iβm not concerned with.
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( he is unsure of how to react to the closeness of the opossum suddenly clinging to him. it is familiar , yet foreign . an arm slides around his waist , other hand burying into and threading through the fur on his head.
he can recall his words without difficultly. )
β
( his hand rose and tilted the brim of his hat , allowing his eyes to be free from it's shadow while now being able to take a better look at his flushed face. )
while I don't make a habit of being hands-on , today i am adapting accordingly.
Are you happy?
( he gave a satisfying , almost predictable reaction. flush creeping beneath fur and elevated tension in his shoulders. )
You were slouching again.
it occurs to you when you're comfortable.
( gently placing a hand at his back. )
hm , the increase in tension is quite evident.