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Ruze lounged on the sette, a tattered book in his hands, reading glasses perched on his nose. A palm-sized ruzader chirped at his knees, a small gemstone in one of its claws. Catlike, it spun in circles before settling on Ruze's bare abs, sharp tail carefully tucked away, nibbling on its treat. "Knick me and we'll have words," he rumbled at the creature, his lavender eyes rolling as it ignored him. He looked over to his other companion, this one sat on the floor with his red hair brushing Ruze's side as he bobbed and turned his head every so often. Official-looking papers scattered the floor, some stamped by the Armis logo, others filled by charts and maps, small doodles of frowny faces at the corners. Muttering under his breath, Jurard squinted at the words on the paper in his hands and brought them closer to his face, scribbling a note in a surprisingly elegant script on the notebook on his lap. The wide- necked shirt slipped down a shoulder as he moved to grab another paper on the floor, huffing with irritation as he leaned back again.
Amused, Ruze observed his lover, book forgotten. Admiring the exposed shoulder and long bare legs as Jurard shifted again to grab more papers. This went on for a few more minutes before Ruze took off his glasses and leaned over, offering his reading glasses over Jurard's shoulder.
"Here, grandpa. I'm getting an eyestrain just looking at you. "
Sputtering, Jurard glared at him. "My eyes are perfectly fine, I'll have you know!"
"Sure they are, champ. Humor me and put them on. You might scare the next corruption beast with all those wrinkles on your face. " He said teasingly, knowing how vain his partner is.
"I am not getting any wrinkles nor am I old! " Jurard declared in a huff but took the glasses and put them on. "I'll show you.. " his voice trailed off as he began reading the now-clear words on the paper
Damn. he -could- get prettier. Ruze mused, awestruck at Jurard's profile.
Putting the paper down, Jurard turned his head up, smile soft and wide. "Thank you, Ruze."
-Fuck. He's keeping them on tonight- were Ruze's last thoughts as he threw the book blindly to the floor, picked the Ruzader by the nape,placing it on the floor. And in one clean move, scooped up Jurard into his arms in a bridal carry, walking determinedly to their bedroom,papers scattering everywhere.
"WAIT WAIT! RUZE! I have so much work-!" The door to their bedroom slammed shut and Jurard's protests were soon replaced by moans.