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❝ As long as you are not impeding on the Sister’s work nor breaking any laws, you are welcome to stalk your subordinate as much as you like. Although, I never knew that you Fatui would resort to such harassment. Even more so on your own fellow countrymen. ❞

Tch. And here Huffman didn’t realize his view on the Fatui would plummet further. Or rather, he expected more from such an established guest. But perhaps he was too insignificant to really understand the games the higher ups played. One of the reasons why his own Cavalry Captain gave him a headache as well as more problems than solutions.

“Stalk? No, no, no.. You’ve got me all wrong, Sir Huffman. I merely wish to keep an eye on him. Make sure he’s doing as he should and not getting into any trouble he shouldn’t be getting into.” All the while getting into trouble himself.

CHILDE CHUCKLED AT SCARA FROM THE FLOOR, his enthusiasm was almost as bad as his. as much as he wanted to go all out on him just for the hell of it, they couldn’t beat each other up too bad. they still had to fight and work for the tsarista after all. he lifted himself onto his knee, looking about towards scaramouche. “i don’t remember saying anything about giving up … hey, we’re almost the same height from here, aren’t we?” he mused for a moment.

THAT IS UNTIL HE THREW HIMSELF INTO THE OTHER’S LEGS, bringing him back down onto the floor with him. “remember, scara - this is just for fun. no killing or incapacitating each other, alright?” he pinned him back down once more as soon as he had the chance. “and the biting just isn’t my thing- save that for your own personal time!”

Scaramouche just rolled his eyes. Of course he’d be laughing. “Good because I’m just getting started.” He glared at him for the comment about his height, wanting so badly to smack him upside the head. However, he didn’t have much time before he was flat on his back once more.

It was a conflicting situation that Huffman was still teetering on the edge, mostly because he was not exactly sure what to do. Or rather, he knew what to do but he didn’t feel right just walking away from this so easily. This was the Acting Grand Master we are talking about here! Ah. He could already feel the web starting to tangle as he maneuvered around what was acceptable and wasn’t.

But with hands on his body and the closeness they were sharing together… ❝ I have to stop you there, Acting Grand Master. ❞

He gently took her hands off of him, setting a boundary that even if he couldn’t cross. Sure, consequences for his actions he was fine with, but they had to be things out of his control. But this, well, he needed to calm down and speak as clearly as he could.

Huffman took a step back, putting space between them once again so that they could talk as clearly as possible.

❝ I am merely offering to help treat a symptom. Nothing more and nothing less. However, if this leads you to misunderstand my intensions as something more than just providing simple relief…I will have to take back my offer. I am simply a healer overseeing your ailment… ❞

Right. As soon as there was any implications that there were emotions, desires, wants and yearns on the line here…Huffman had to draw the line. He was a healer, a man who didn’t mind helping out his fellow knights in times of need should they need such comfort (in any capacity), but it was strictly for comfort and nothing else.

Jean froze upon hearing his words. Oh no. Did she overstep her boundaries? Even if she really couldn’t help herself. “B-But Huffman, I-” Before she could get her words out, he took her hands and she looked up at him. Was she about to get friendzoned? It was rare she put herself out there, rare she let her guard down, but here she was and ... it sure felt like she was about to be rejected.

And with the amount of space he had put between them, well, she should just cut him off and go find someone else to help her. She didn’t care anymore. Her heart was beating so fast and she couldn’t catch her breath, but she refused to let her guard down. Refused to let him see her hurt.

“Huffman.” She said, “I’m sorry for overstepping my boundaries and saying things... way out of line, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” She said, “It’s fine. If you can’t or won’t help me out, then I can find someone else willing to help me out.” She said, taking a deep breath as she moved to cross her arms in front of her, trying to hide her shaking hands, looking down at her feet.

Sora had no real references. All he knew of such things like intimacy and sex is what he learned from box. He had no real skill in kissing. All of his skill had been developed from kissing the man he was with in that moment. Not that he really minded. Kaeya could teach him whatever he wanted.

He moaned against the other’s lips, leaning into the kiss and wanting to taste more of him. Kaeya tasted like alcohol. Sora found it absolutely intoxicating.

The pink haired male made a small noise as the other pulled on his lip. He chuckled lightly and sat up on Kaeya’s lap. He undid the obi around his waist and the shoulders of his robes fell with little prodding, revealing perfectly porcelain skin. 

With his chest revealed, Sora’s hands moved to undo the buttons of Kaeya’s outfit, brushing his hands from Kaeya’s stomach to his chest while licking his lips, “I’ve had some dreams about you…. What it would feel like for you to find take me as yours, my dear Knight-Capitan.”

Sora leaned down and kissed the center of Kaeya’s chest, “Please show me that reality are better than dreams.”

Man Kaeya was growing more and more excited to be with Sora. He had fancied the other from the moment they met. The way he looked, the way he spoke, it was all something that Kaeya admired. But could Kaeya really be the best man for Sora? Sometimes he wondered if he should tell him about his past... but he didn’t want to risk losing the other -- not since he was finally falling for him.

When the other began to undo his shirt, the feeling of his hands on his stomach sent shivers down his spine. Then his words... “Oh?” He asked, curious about what that dream had been about. But before he could ask the other’s lips fell upon his chest and Kaeya sighed, hand moving to run into his hair.

To think, he would have Kaeya Alberich speaking such a way towards him. The other was a menace to be sure, but Sora was absolutely enthralled by him. The Knight Captain seemed to weasel his way into Sora’s heart. He always said he would never fall for someone like Kaeya and yet he did.

His face flushed slightly at Kaeya’s words. Pervert, he thought. However, he really didn’t mind the other’s words. He was more than happy to give Kaeya all of his time. Besides, all he did was tend to the gardens. He wasn’t that important.

Sora chuckled lightly as he finished the rest of his drink, watching Kaeya from his spot. Once his drink was done, he sat it down on the bar before he rose eloquently from the stool and stooled over to the door. He smiled and held out his hand to Kaeya when the other turned to him, “Shall we?”

Walking up to the bar, he couldn’t help but glance back at the other from time to time, smirking as he looked him over. The things he was imagining... Oh if only he knew. When he approached the bar, he smiled at the bartender quickly paying for both his tab and anything Sora still owed.

Turning back around, he found the other waiting for him before making his way towards the one he planned to spend all night with. Slipping an arm around him, he tugged the other close as he nuzzled into him for just a moment, kissing along his collar bone before taking a deep breath.

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     “Are you calling me a bitch that dislikes everything? That’s mean. I like a lot of shit, ya know.” In that little reunion? Not much, really. But she liked him. Saying it out loud wasn’t really her thing, even when she could be quite blunt about everything else that did not involve feelings. Rumi would rather use actions instead. And her friend didn’t really look like he was in his best days, so of course she was worried. Narrowing eyes, the woman with long white hair threw him a suspicious glance. “I smell bullshit. But I ain’t pressing if you don’t wanna talk about it.”

     It was not her right to pry. If Keigo wanted to tell her, he should know that he could. But if he would prefer to keep his mouth shut, she wouldn’t bother him about it. “I’m so glad you asked.” She replied, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips as she got rid of the glasses to put her arm over his shoulders. “I say we ditch this boring meeting and go hit a few clubs.” Maybe it would cause a bit of commotion to see numbers five & two at a party, they weren’t exactly inconspicuous. But that was half the fun. “But I need to warn you, I might or not throw myself from a building for you to catch me, it really is a matter of how much alcohol I’ll get.”

Keigo chuckled, “Well, I’m sorry if that’s how you took it, but no. That’s not the case.” He said, shrugging. “Guess I’m just calling myself a bitch who dislikes everything.” After all, he rarely found something he did enjoy or people he enjoyed hanging out with. When she called him out, he shook his head. “Trust me... It’s not something you want to hear about anyway.”

     At least she should be grateful her face didn’t get any more shades darker as it used to get. Because it definitely felt warmer at his boldness. Perhaps, she was just used at people being subtle, perhaps she just didn’t date that much. Busy at her work and all that. The hero felt torn between all of it being a joke – she wasn’t exactly the beauty of her generation – and actually believing him. But suddenly, him being closer wasn’t exactly helping her rationalize. “I – had no idea you felt this way.” Was she really that oblivious? It had been a while since she’s been with anyone, really. Ochako was probably losing her touch. And her observation power as well, it seemed. A nervous touch tucked auburn brown hair behind her ear. “If it’s that hard, should I back away?” The zero gravity hero asked, prepared for an affirmative answer, yet leaning a bit forward.