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Is that so?

[He is absolutely smug as he kisses his shoulder.]

And here I was going to attribute my new ability to express my feelings on the maid outfit and the tentacles?

[To which he does pat his hip with a tentacle.]

[Cheeky. He makes a pleased noise at the kiss and the touch, nuzzling into Emet's neck more.]

Well, those do help. But you still had to wait until fans sent us provocative work before you had to admit that you still have feelings for me.

Please. Spare me. With my botched record can you imagine how horrible it would have been had I brought it up initially?

[LAUGHS okay he can grant you that one at least]

I would not have been surprised if you had brought it up and then immediately cut all ties with me.

Only for a while. I am rather sentimental thus it would not be forever.

In turn, would you not have thought of it as some odd manipulation tactic if the delivery was rather sudden?

Less a manipulation tactic, perhaps, and more some strange misdirection. And when the truth came out, I would likely have called you a fool a lot more than I already have.

[Lifts his head to give Emet a quick kiss, though, just to show that he's (mostly) teasing.]

[He huffs which is really more a soft sound at the kiss as he wraps tentacles loosely around his limbs.]

And would you mind resting with this fool? Your unitmates wouldn't mind an extra guest for the night, correct?

[Definitely looking pleased at that, relaxing some more]

Of course they won't. We're quite the friendly unit, after all.

[He closes his eyes almost appearing as if to settle in before he opens them and sits up tugging Hythlodeaus along with him.]

I suppose I should offer you one 'service' in exchange for being my pillow. Could you turn around?

[He makes a surprised noise at that, but follows, tilting his head curiously.]

I certainly hope you don't have pranks in mind.

[BUT OKAY, HE'LL TURN AROUND]

Perish the thought.

[Scooting behind him, he brushes his fingers down the sides of his neck before he gathers his hair. From somewhere in the apron of his maid outfit he digs out a comb and begins to braid it. The actions are soft and it just as much a scalp massage as it is salon treatment, but in the end he does produce a certain familiar side-braid style.]

[He hums softly as Emet braids his hair; it's surprisingly pleasant and relaxing, and he almost finds himself dozing off. Seeing the end result brings another smile to his face and he gently runs his fingers over the braid, then turns to face Emet.]

... You are terribly sentimental.

[He certainly likes it, though, because he leans in to give Emet a soft kiss.]

Thank you.

[He kisses him back.]

Of course I am. It is one of my best features.

[And then he's semi-tackling him back onto the bed to use him as a pillow now that the deed is done.]

[He laughs, falling onto the bed and wrapping his arms around Emet.]

Careful, now. You don't want to ruin my hair right after you braided it, do you?

[Tangling their legs and tossing the blanket over them. Skirts and things probably make this less comfortable, but he doesn't seem to mind.]

I suppose I will simply have to braid it again. Or a third time if necessary.

Maybe you should just become my personal hair stylist.

[Snuggling up to Emet and closing his eyes contentedly, just breathing in his scent and feeling the warmth of his body. This is nice, actually.]

I would be happy to.

[Said a little sluggishly because he's just getting comfy and is glad Hythlodeaus is on board with the lazy snuggles as he wraps his tentacles around him.]

In exchange for being your pillow, I assume?

[He murmurs with a soft chuckle, resting a hand over one of the tentacles to pet it.]

MmmmmHmmmm.

[He makes a soft yet keen sound at the petting brushing the tentacle up into his hand.]

[... curious. Pets more, rubbing his fingers in circular motions]

I take it you feel the tactile input from the tentacles?

[That gets more pleased noises from him along with something that sounds like an affirmative to his inquiry in there somewhere. He's just quite happy and almost dozing on his bestie.]

[CUTE BASTARD. He'll just keep petting the tenties, slow and soothing, settling down to nap as well.]

... I love you, Hades.

[Oh.]

I love you, too.

[PERISH. He's going to use it against you now forever. Humming smugly to himself, turning his head to give Emet a cheek kiss.]

[Shush! He is not blushing at all in the least. Nope.]

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