( a gentle pat of her open palm to his head, her touch full of that suffocating love. her eyes remain locked upon him, shaking her head. )
my, we can't have your legs going before your mind, Master . . . must a lesson be taught for your unending stubborness ?
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( What was her game ??
He couldn't get a break since that woman had answered his summon .
Or , actually , he had been forced to take far too many breaks )
That much is true , sure ...
but my legs are hardly a priority when my brain is the true star .
(jesus christ dude)
( servant allows a sweet, slightly mocking chuckle to leave her lips. still perceptive, even if he'd devoted so much of his energy into his work moments ago. )
i am confident your ears work, Master.
( she steps back, to allow him space to gather his strength once more.
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!?
What did you just call me - ???
( surely he heard that wrong ...
right ? )
... nevermind .
I give up .
( James pushed the chair back , finally standing up after hours -
and feeling his leg muscles rightfully complain because of it . )
cont.
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( her grip tightens slightly more at the man's backtalk. yet, she instantly released him as he became agreeable.
that smile of falsehood never faded, but she calms. )
that's a good Master. ✨
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... you are not my moth -
( a sudden , ominous aura of danger suggested the young man that it was NOT in his best interests to finish that sentence . )
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right now.
( her grip tightens only ever so slightly, as her other hand strokes through his hair. foreboding, warning wafting off of the woman. )
making excuses counts as excusing misbehavior. ☺️
( her expression never changes, not even the slighest. this bad habit of his wasn't new to Raikō. passion can easily funnel its way into heavy investment, which in turn, a loss of time perception. )
if it'd only been an hour, i wouldn't be as worried as i am
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( His entire body jumped at that sudden touch . )
W-Wha -
Hah , I've been working on this for only an hour -
( His gaze moves to the clock ;
it definitely wasn't just an hour . )
...
...
Ah ...
Six hours ...
cont.
( it is very much like him to be so wholly absorbed. a hand rests upon his shoulder, that serene smile upon her lips. )
Master . . . it seems you haven't behaved yourself today, have you ?
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the Lemniscate constant is ... -
yes , makes sense .
Hm .
Now for the harmonic series ...
( he hasn't noticed her at all ...
on his desk there are at least 3 empty mugs with traces of black coffee on the bottom .
Who knows if there are more under all those papers ... )
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