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Who: SOME DUDE
When: Day 119, HIGH NOON
Where: OUTSIDE IN THE FIELDS
What: SOME VARIANT OF THIS

[HELLO, FELLOW THUSIANS.

THIS AFTERNOON, THERE IS A FLAG BEING HOISTED IN SOME LARGE TREE.

YOU CAN PROBABLY SEE IT FROM THE WINDOWS.

IT'S BLACK AND WHITE AND MAY HAVE BEEN MADE FROM BED SHEETS.

POSSIBLY, SOME HOUSEWIFEY PERSON MIGHT BE MILDLY OFFENDED BY THIS BUT WHATEVER.

THERE IS ALSO A MADMAN LAUGHING FROM ONE OF THOSE CLOSED-OFF BALCONIES ON HQ.

... THE SWEAT RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE MIGHT EXPLAIN HOW THE FUCK HE GOT UP THERE (HINT: IT WAS SUPER NOT EASY AND THUS MORE EPIC)]

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[Puts his boots neatly against the wall, rearranging pillows against the headboard and shifting to sit fully up on the bed, tugging the knot of his necktie loose.]

If he tries to assault you at all, please remember that you can summon your sword.

I'm not an idiot, I remember it when I have need of it.

[tooootally chill about anything. there is no anxiety here]

You remember it when there are Heartless shadowing your doorstep. Flesh and blood are another matter.

[Of course there isn't. Zexion leaves the cravat half undone, and turns a bit to watch him.]

Come sit with me, Preußen.

Conditioned response.

[is the almost dismissive response before he goes quiet, as if considering. then, moving away from the wall, uncrossing his arms to sit on the edge of the bed near Zexion]

You know, this is a really shitty idea for you.

Between the two of us, you should be more concerned for yourself. A period of disorientation is acceptably trivial in comparison to the effects you both will and currently are experiencing.

I'll be fine. I already been through it once, for starters.

When was the last time you knocked me unconscious and felt good about it?

Never. You didn't get knocked out that one time, and you've mostly been incorporeal. And then you were kind of a boss-person, so I couldn't knock you silly.

It wasn't incorporeal so much as it was simply nonexistent. And that is precisely my point, yes.

My capacity for simply using people when necessary seems to have remained far greater than yours.

I've already learned the lesson of using my own people multiple times, Zexion.

It's my bosses who never learned it.

Because the people we use most are ourselves, yes. At least if one is doing the job right.

[Pulls his legs up onto the bed, turning to sit with his back to the headboard, and reaches for Gilbert's hand.]

An d that's something that's annoyed me most about my bosses.

[grabbing his hand first. maybea bit tighter of a hold than necessary but Zexion would be able to overlook it]

[Except for the fact that he rarely, if ever, overlooks anything.]

See? What did I tell you.

[Zexion's grip firms in return, pulling Gilbert's hand steadily closer.]

I will be fine. Have some care of your own sacrifices in this.

[just kind of frowning at the pull, eying Zexion for a moment]

"Have some care", he says... I take more than enough care of them, thanks.

[moving hand to place it on Zexion's chest]

[The heartbeat under his palm is less calm than Zexion's demeanour, pulse strong and edging on fast.

Empty now, Zexion's hand raises a bit further, the backs of his fingers brushing Prussia's cheek.]

I suppose it is not too unbalanced that I ask you to take care of me for a while as well.

Least you ask...

[but there's still hesitation, a bit of fear mixed in with worry but mostly showing themselves as the frown furrowing his brow more]

At least one of us does.

[His hand slides farther back, combing through the soft hair at the nape of Prussia's neck.]

Ten years ago, when I first made my offer to you, the one thing you were adamant on, the one aspect you required more reassurance on than any other, was that you would not lose your identity, nor your history.

Ten years ago for you.

[but sees where he's going with that.]

[The fingers at the back of Prussia's neck curl, but they don't nudge him forward.]

Ten years ago for me, yes. My time stopped long before yours. And you have moved on, changing in ways I still find startling.

In other ways, you are still very much the same.

And you're a cheat who pretended he was the same as always even with the whole murdercave thing.

Wonder who got that bad habit from who.

[completely sarcastic but not harshly so. more indicating a point of fact with a wry look before taking a breath to calm his nerves]

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Characteristics we possessed before the restoration can hardly be blamed on each other.

[Smiles a bit at Prussia's attempts at serenity.]

Remember that this is not the first time you've sat before me like this.

That was an accident!

... sort of.

In the totally meant to do something kind of way.

I meant it.

[Draws his hand back from Prussia's nape to brush a thumb under his eye.]

"So long as the architecture is solid, and the foundation whole, a castle does not become a shack simply because it has fallen into disrepair. It is what it is. That does not change."

[this former kingdom-world-person has never and will never like being seen as vulnerable but those words sure make it hard to keep up a tough front]

... yeah, we'll see if it's still around, huh.

[and with that, trying to focus in on Zexion like he did back then. less out of curiosity and with more purpose]

[For a moment, it seems almost as though he would say something else—a short breath in, slightly parted lips—but the only motion he makes is to raise his free hand, resting it over the hand Prussia has on his chest.

It's not the same as last time. There is no wrongness here, no horribly itchy crawly feeling of this isn't right. An echo of the stubbornness remains, guarding what lies below&mash;but whatever guards exist, whatever walls, they part for Prussia's presence with no more resistance than the gentle swing of a well-oiled door.]