@_dancingflame *takes his plate and nods a lil thank you; picks his mug too and goes to sit across from him* *blows softly on his coffee before taking a small sip and sighs* *nice*
@_dancingflame I'll admit, it does get boring... But work is work, and it needs to get done. *as the coffee gets done brewing, he pours some in their mugs and fixes them each the way they both like them*
@_dancingflame Hmmm... *considers it for a bit* A year? Perhaps a little less. Some months, definitely, but I can't remember off the top of my head exactly when. *shrugs softly*
@_dancingflame *goes to take out a couple of mugs and sets them on the counter for when the coffee is ready* *runs a hand through his hair and then pinches the bridge of his nose softly along with a sigh* *is TIRED*
@_dancingflame *leans on the counter as he waits for the coffee and looks up thoughtfully* If I go sometime soon, I hope I'll see them. *oops said that out loud* *shakes his head tho* Thanks for the picture. *it rly cheered him up*
@_dancingflame *what part of only one coffee did he not understand* *but he is tho* A little. *walks straight over to the coffee maker and throws away the old one, pouring in some new grounded beans and letting it brew* Where did you find those dogs?
@_dancingflame *rolls his eyes tbh and walks past him, thanking him for holding the door and waits for him before making their way over to the kitchen*
@_dancingflame .................. *okay some coffee would actually be nice* *why does he keep giving in to his propositions even after all this time* *sighs defeated as he props the photo of the dogs against the computer screen* Alright. One coffee.
@_dancingflame *makes a double take as he looks up and then it finally hits him* Oh. *shakes his head* Don't be silly, I don't have that kind of time. And neither do you—you should get some rest since you're going to Wonderland tomorrow.
@_dancingflame *it doesn't even register in his brain that he's telling /him/ to take a break, so he simply nods and waves him dismissively like "go have fun bye"*
@_dancingflame *properly looks at him from the picture for a short moment before walking around the desk and sitting gracefully back on his seat* I'm rather busy, Axel.
@_dancingflame *he walks over towards his desk, assuming he will follow in* Not quite. *sets the file down on top of the paperwork and continues to hold onto the photo, glancing at it constantly* I have to rewrite Demyx's reports. I'm not complaining, though; at least he gave me something.
@_dancingflame *takes the report and eyes it before looking back at him and taking the photo* *just stares at it for a long moment, silently appreciating it before simply saying* ... Thank you. *without taking his eyes off of it, of course*
@_dancingflame *tries really hard to hold in a yawn but eventually can't do it so he turns away a bit and does so into his sleeve* *turns back to look at him, raising an eyebrow* I hope it's your report.
@_dancingflame *answers back quickly, almost a bit too quickly* *almost* One moment. *then he takes indeed a short moment before he opens the door, and at the sight of him, he sighs* Yes?