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[cheffeur]

I strongly suspect it's less that I didn't earn it and more that you have nothing edible.

I'm not sure the last time I had cereal, really. [Look he's either making an actual breakfast for Noct, or desperately eating a protein bar and sucking coffee between meetings, there's no in between.]

Something without too much sugar. Granola, perhaps?

[merced]

nothing edible? i have a bag of chocolate chips
we're not all so picky, princess

[ Yeah, that'll show him.

Although, if she's concerning herself with what he wants for breakfast, then...

Flopping back onto her bed, Aranea squints up at the ceiling and resists a groan. Her sheets are still mussed because she's certainly not going to make her own bed, and it's not like he offered to do it.

There's a conversation that needs to be had, but she holds herself off on starting it for another moment. Why? Because. That's why. ]

[cheffeur]

Oh, do you now? I suppose they left in the apartment before you came into it?

[girl don't be jealous that he makes Noctis's bed and not yours.]

I think 'pickiness' and 'understanding basic human needs' are a far cry away from one another.

[merced]

did you learn how to sass in finishing school

[ maybe she's a tiny bit jealous, but on the other hand, he probably isn't having sex with noctis ]

[cheffeur]

Post-graduate, actually. It was the basis of my thesis.

[That's true. Not the thesis comment, the not-fucking-his-Prince one.]

[merced]

i'm not calling you "doctor" in bed

[ because you know ]

[cheffeur]

[damn it HE'S NOT GOOD AT OVERTLY SEXUAL BANTER--

So it comes a little. Awkwardly later. Because he had to think entirely too hard to have some sort of response.]

I think that would be uncomfortable, more than anything. Besides, I've not earned a doctorate, so there'd be no need.

[merced]

[ The longer he takes to reply, the more she's laughing. What a dork. How she ended up fucking a nerd is anyone's guess. ]

as long as we're on the same page

[ Uh.




He'll see a "typing" notification, such as it is for their neural implant, for a long time. Then: ]

i'm not going to tell your pals
they're your friends, not mine
but if they ask where you were, i don't care if you tell them

[cheffeur]

[Well. It's awkward again. But hey, necessary conversations to stave off worse awkward moments in the future.]

It's not that I have any real need for secrecy, but rather I don't feel as though going out of my way to inform them would accomplish anything.

I suppose I'll see if any of them approach me in regards to it. And if not, then perhaps it's best to let sleeping behemoths lie.

[merced]

[ Yeah, precisely. She isn't ashamed or embarrassed, although she'd quite like to skip the boring parts, but sweeping things under the rug isn't her style either. She intends to be very clear. ]

busy tonight?

[cheffeur]

[u thirsty, girl-- and really... it's tempting, because let's face it, he's very much a stifled 22 year old man whose never had the time to have any sort of relationship, romantic, casual, or otherwise. So-- yeah, there's a dumb, hormonal part of him interested.]

I really should put in an appearance at home at some point.

[IT'S. NOT A NO... more like trying to convince himself to say no and not quite. getting there.]

[merced]

[ kweh kweh kweh ]

your choice

[ She isn't going to force him! She's just... Yeah. Like he said, thirsty. He's unpracticed but eager, present through-out, willing to take his time and learn. ]

i get off work at 1AM

[ Maybe she'll pick up some granola cereal for him. ]

[cheffeur]

[There goes that chocobo after those greens, wark wark--]

Prompto tends to work in the afternoons- perhaps I could see him after his shift, and then have time once he'd gone to bed?

[And maybe bring her some really shitty wine because that's all he can afford.]

[merced]

[ Aranea used Chocobo Whistle. It's very effective! ]

whatever you want
you know where i live