#quindecimofficial

[ 🎨 ] — “What am I doing?”

     A smile, wider than the horizon itself, and Narsus’ fingers trails up to crush off a tuff of white hair away from Decim’s face.

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[ 🎨 ] — “Are you free tonight, Decim?”

Narsus looks up from his desk, full of paperwork that he didn’t have interest in, and digs his chin into his palm. “Surely going home late a night wouldn’t hurt?” he laughs lightly, “I’m in need of a dinning partner.”

     Of course he expects the other to know when he couldn’t reject an offer, not when it was Narsus who suggested it. Sometimes he wonders if Decim ever thought of leaving, or why the ex-bartender is still here, now, as his valet, when all their days together thus far was accompanied by nothing other than Narsus’ constant rambles about how he despised the truth and reality of business and economics, how Narsus sometimes break a glass or two at the stress over burdening his shoulders, and how he apologizes a minute later for throwing a temper, only to let it repeat a few days later.

[ 🎨 ] — “I can walk just, fine.” mild groans tore from the back of his throat, as Narsus raises two fingers to his nose, trying to massage away the tell-tale of a headache. Apparently he was fine when he wasn’t moving around, but once he was propped up, the headache and dizziness had came crashing down to squeeze the crest of his head.

     If he were to be honest with himself, it sort of felt good having someone to lean on as he was walked to the back of the bar, but just as his mind wander off, Narsus shook his head, and reminded himself not to let this thought drift elsewhere except for the amount of paperwork currently sitting on the desk of his office.

[ 🎨 ] --- “Oh ~  I’m sure it’s just you talking nonsense ♮ ♪ ♯ ~  ”

     He’s not aware of what he’s saying, apparently, two buckets of vodka finally proved suffice to knock Narsus out of his senses, and he looks up at Decim, finding himself sinking slowly onto his set of laps, and raises two fingers to pinch the bartender’s cheeks.

New victim found. Kouha stares at this weird person while trying to figure out what to do with him.