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We would need to make a trip somewhere else. We could depart now or I could surprise you later.

[Well, that certainly piques his interest!]

A trip somewhere? Well, we've still got time in the day.

Not so exciting. Simply back to Baritones.

[He gets up on the Pegasus and then holds his hand to help him up.]

Is that so?~ I wonder what you might have for me there.

[Taking the hand to climb up!]

[He makes sure he is on securely before urging the mechanical monstrosity back. Good thing they are on the roof!

When they arrive, he takes him back to his room and pulls him to center of it.]

If you would close your eyes.

[He grins, closing his eyes as instructed. Exciting!!]

Well, this is quite interesting already!

[He squeezes his fingers before he shuffles around the room. Picking a gift for Hythlodaeus is not as easy as it appeared. It had to be special. To be unique. Something that could properly convey the bond they shared.

Not any bauble would do!

So when he returns, he stands in front of him. A weight falls on Hythlodaeus' forehead and cheeks. A mask of crimson red with dual white arcs and a scowling expression.]

[He makes a noise of surprise at feeling the weight on his face, raising a hand to touch it... a mask?

He takes a few moments to think, then grins again.]

Hmm. Is that what I think it is?

It is. Do you mind the weight of it?

[It's a gift with a heavy meaning and he's a little embarrassed by it.]

Not at all.

[He smiles, running his fingers across the mask, then finally opening his eyes to give Emet a mischievous look.]

Does it suit me? Though I fear I would still make a poor Emet-Selch, alas.

You would have made a fine Emet-Selch. Just as you made a fine head of the Bureau.

Truthfully, I made a poor Emet-Selch without you. You always balanced me out. See what I could not.

[He kisses him softly as he wears the mask.]

Does this ease the worry of your heart? I give you what I could never discard no matter how much time passes.

[/// CUTE... He returns the kiss, taking Emet's hands into his gently. Despite the fact that he sounds as playful as ever, there is a deep, vulnerable sincerity to his voice.]

It does. Perhaps they should have allowed us to take the seat together - something of an unusual precedent, yes, but... maybe we should have made the case that we work best together.

[He smiles again, leaning in closer to press his forehead against Emet's.]

... Thank you, Hades. I've missed you so terribly.

We do work best together. Azem doesn't count. They simply get in the way.

[He says it with zero bite about the third of their trio.

He squeezes his fingers leaning in as well.]

Well, I am here to both delight you and ruffle your feathers at the same time. You asked for me, now there is naught you can do to rid yourself of that. And you know I do not make promises lightly.

[He laughs, happy and genuine - then wraps his arms around Emet, spinning him around a little.]

Then I've got you just where I want you, Hades. You better be certain I am not going to let you go, either.

[Oh. He’s surprised at the twirl but goes along, leaning his head back against him when he stops.]

Promise?

[Absolutely being cheeky.]

[FORTUNATELY, HE'S VERY ENDEARED]

Promise. You won't find anyone more clingy than me.

[Threading a hand in his hair and tugging him down for a kiss. Which is equally biting at his bottom lip as kissing, but he's feeling a little possessive!]

[He smiles into it smugly before kissing back, wrapping his arms around Emet's waist. It's nice to be the taller one!]

Wanting to be rough, are we?

I simply wanted you to know the 'clinginess' was reciprocated.

[He grins, leaning in to press his forehead against Emet's.]

That is very nice to know. I want you to shower me with attention, by the way.

You're being incredibly sappy.

[Which isn't a no. He kisses his cheek and disentangles himself to head toward the washroom.]

Come.

Me? I'd say it's you who is being sentimental.

[Following! But also still reaching to take Emet's hand on the way there. Just a little clinginess.]

[A hum is all he gets at the correct assessment.

He rubs his thumb against the back of his hand as the walk the short distance. Then he will deposit him in front of the tub and turn to face him carefully watching his expression.]

Strip, if you would.

Well, if you insist~

[He can't help blushing a little, but he'll just hide it behind being cheeky, and start undoing the buttons of his clothes.]

And how far am I supposed to strip?

Until I tell you to stop.

[Which means all of it. He just leans back on his heels and watches appreciatively seeing if he can turn that blush into more squirming.]

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