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(sainte is no asshole, of course. he looks up at raine & places a hand on his shoulder.)
you’re his secretary, you silly goose. of course you’re worth more than those mice.
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"I mean, I dont blame them.. but Easterman is my Daddy, first and foremost.."
( He bites his nails, eyes darting about, seething with jealousy. )
"I would hope I-I have more value to him than the Reagents do.."
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it’s okay.
(smiling & nodding, trying not to burst into laughter. or tears? yeah, laughter. he does feel like crying later…)
that’s okay. plenty of reagents does it.
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"Um.. it's just- it's just that.. uh.."
( He buries his face into Easterman's neck, his
breathing having gone heavy. )
"I- I just.. I like that you're older. I really like it."
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⠀⠀what's my age got to do with it?
( deep down he knows and yet he wants to hear it, the validation of power and dynamic that he craves deep down. )
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"No, of course not.."
( He sounds choked up,
nervous perhaps. His face is
even more red than it was
before. )
( His fingers twitch as he fights
the urge to hold Easterman's
hand where it rests. )
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⠀⠀and you don't want to be a bad secretary, do you?
( his other hand rests across his stomach, almost to subtly discourage fidgeting. it's intimate. )
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⠀⠀you do? of course you do.
( a boney hand rests on his back, fingers splayed and thumb massaging small circles. )
see how easy it is not to chew your fingers? you stopped the moment you sat in my lap.
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⠀⠀( patting his thigh, welcoming the other to take a seat. )
i know what it is — you're just going to miss me, aren't you? you want to stay by my side.
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