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bloodied–p-l-u-s-h:

a-single-black-feather:

If it weren’t for the drowsiness that seemed to tug at his mind, he would’ve actually bothered get work done that day. Yet here he was, with Oz. Not that he actually minded, that wasn’t it at all. He had the intention to become productive, yet that mindset hadn’t really crossed his path yet. Although the mien of the scion’s was greatly needed, being accompanied through this procrastination deemed itself helpful. He was rather content over all, if anything.

Eyes seemed to avert themselves, walking through the corridor with the purpose of drifting off into the lands of slumber. All seemed quiet, besides the two males that walked through the manor. He knew better then to cause any kind of ruckus unless it had proven itself necessary, even then he may try not to bother anyone.

❝ Why my bed?

                     It isn’t like anything is wrong with you being in yours. ❞

Even after countless times, this came as no big surprise to Oz at all. He continued to keep up pace with the older even if their strides were different due to heights. Oz just needed to take a few more steps to keep up with his valet. A small sway in his motion as unlike the older, he hardly seemed tired in reality even if it was late into the night. Perhaps a drink of chocolate hadn’t been as brilliant of an idea before bedtime as it originally seemed at the latter moment. The smile still went unfazed as he moved along.

          “Why, you ask~?”

The words played against his tongue in a light tone, no means to poke at Gilbert at all, still. He just wondered why the man suddenly asked out of the blue after times before. Lips curled back into a grin that spoke of his pleasure even without the words set in stone.

“Because it’s not as warm in my bed as it is in yours!
                                                                                                       You’re big and warm!”

A brief sigh as paces continued, slowing down ever-so-slightly to match the scion’s own. He continued, although a bit distracted by the presence beside him. Orbs glimmered in dim light, gazing at such an exquisite green, almost as if emeralds really existed between the lids of the other’s optics. Nonetheless, he had always reminded himself to take notice of them, because they had reminded him of how dear a person could actually be. Such a cliche statement, but the only thing that truly mattered was the meaning behind it, that was always different.

Rephrasing of his previous question, his interest suddenly completely piqued on the aristocrat as a whole. Although a bit uneasy as to which route he would exactly take, he kept his facade intact. Eyes that only removed themselves as they awaited a response, mind seemed to quake as his inquire had been shortened but with an extended wait for a reply.

❝ —-… 

               I-Is not~! ❞