Mm, I don't think I'm marriage material, but I'll keep it in mind if you really want to get hitched with someone tall, dark, and handsome. [He winks.
The both of them stare at his abandoned items and Wriothesley decides that he'll just start walking away from the scene with the redhead in hand. Will he regret just abandoning the parts he stole?
Ah, well. There's plenty of other cars in the parking garage.]
Mm, well, maybe it's a sign that I should stick to tea. [Where are they going? Who knows. Wriothesley is just walking, his boots clicking against the marble floor as he goes.] I have some projects to keep me busy. You could say I like tinkering and this place has given me a lot of time to tinker.
Oh? How shameless of you, monsieur~! Do you want to see my blushing face again that much? I believe that I was promised to have my brains fucked out of me by you. Should I cash in on that soon?
Haha, kidding kidding.
There's no need to keep me safe, though. I promise I can take care of myself. Do you know when you wish to spar? I don't know if you had a time or day in mind already.
Gasp! You think that I would just be waiting for you naked? Ah, wait, I guess you do have a reason for seeing me.
I'll wait for you.
[When Weiss arrives, she'll find that Wriothesley is waiting in front of his suite door. He's sipping a cup of tea as he seems to be staring at his watch as he waits for her.]
[ Oof, the way his blood just heated up. He does want to throw Wriothesley down somewhere and worship that lovely body, perhaps make him cry out rather loudly ... ]
If you prove a good teacher, you will get a reward. :)
And, what does "monsieur" mean? Is it like "gongzi" (young master)?
A man for my heart. I do love a challenge and I do love getting rewards.
[Stupid dog brain.]
I don't really know what "gongzi" is and I feel as though "young master" is a cultural difference I'm not familiar enough to comment on. Monsieur is a form of address like "sir" or "mister."
[Man. How do you early risers do it? Ignore that he's just the type of guy who stays up odd hours, but with how much free time they all have, he can shift things around to make it work fine.]
A morning spar works fine. It gives me a reason to enjoy a large breakfast after.
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I don't know what you do when you're alone! I'm not that conceited that I would think you're naked already for me.
[ That's the last of her replies though, because she focuses on looking for Wriothesley now. On the upper floor, she doesn't even check the room numbers anymore, instead walking around the halls to find a big man with a big ass waiting outside one of the rooms.
Once she's spotted him? Well, she's relieved this wasn't yet another prank. ]
Wriothesley! [ This time? She doesn't sound as annoyed or irritated compared to her tone in texts. She's actually pretty glad.
And once she's bound up to him, she gives him a curtsy, a standard greeting for a Schnee. ] I've finally found you.
There's no need to thank me. I'm at Talon daily, and I'm more than happy to introduce those to boxing.
Though...if you're learning to hold your strength and pull your punches, boxing might not be the sport to picking up... The whole point it to knock your opponents down and it's a pretty dangerous sport all things considered.
[Wow, he looks over Wriothesley's shoulder to watch as the parts get further and further out of reach, even more curious now about why he had them if he's just going to abandon them. Actually, he was kind of hoping Wriothesley would drop him on his ass so they can laugh about this and move on, but he-- didn't anticipate him just carrying him off like this.
Somehow, that makes him feel bad that he made him drop his coffee even more. Also a bit awkward. His punchline is now lost, and he isn't sure what to do now that he's being carried away.]
Uh... yer not picking those up? I could uh... help with it.
Oh? You didn't want to be carried off into the sunset? [What sunset? It's also early morning, but who's keeping track in a resort where they can't go outside?] Why did you go and jump into my arms if not to be carried?
[Isn't it too late to go get them now anyways? He had started walking away from the mess.]
That would require putting you down. I could never make my spouse get their hands dirty like that. What type of husband do you take me for? [This is Rinne's fault. He was the one who said they should get hitched and now Wriothesley is deciding he's going to play along with those words.] I'm here to make sure you are pampered and spoiled, sweetheart.
[That was probably the meekest that Wriothesley (or anyone, really) will hear him in this place. He clears his throat after, pointedly avoiding looking at his face, even as he tries to speak more evenly.]
If yer trying to convince anyone yer not hubby material, ya gotta work on not being such a charmer. Yer bride's gonna get spoiled rotten.
[He says, diverting the attention from the way he keeps his face away from Wriothesley's sight, over his shoulder, face heating up in embarrassment.]
But that's not the point. Ya said ya got a project, so you should just drop me on my ass.
[Rinne. Oh, Rinne. Showing weakness to someone like Wriothesley is the worst thing one could do. He's like a shark to blood and some of his sharpest skills is reading body language. He can't help the grin that spreads across his face.]
Aren't you my bride right now? You're the one who brought up getting hitched. No takebacks~! [Truly, this is the worst for Rinne. Stuck in the arms of a well muscled man who doesn't seem to be intent on putting them down at the moment.
He chuckles.]
I have a few projects, but why does that matter? I can get more parts later. [This is not going how Rinne wanted at all, it seems.] I know my priorities, Rinne. I find that you are more important than scrap metal I took apart from some cars.
[It truly is the worst situation to be in, because something clenches in his chest that it almost hurts, the easy acceptance, even if it's just a joke. Because there was no way Wriothesley would mean that. He supposed it was karma for joking about getting hitched.
It would be nice if it was something he could truly have someday.
He hums, as though coming to a realization and slumping against Wriothesley, resting his cheek against his shoulder and relaxing. The teasing doesn't work for so long, not when Rinne's finally gotten his bearings. Treat it as a joke, it's fine.]
Aight, well if you insist, why don't you take me apart instead, honey? ♡
[He says it with a light and flirtatious tone, looking at him with a sly look.]
[Wriothesley hums softly as he starts to carry Rinne back to his suite. Someone will clean up the spilled coffee and abandoned parts, so he won't worry about it too much. A shame to lose a few hours of work, but it's not like he isn't lacking time here.
Instead, he presses a kiss into Rinne's hair.] Well, if you act so sweetly, then I can't say no. My sweetheart deserves whatever they want.
[Wriothesley plays along, but he notes the other's change in demeanor and words carefully.
He huffs.] Still, your words wound me a bit. You mean more to me than just a project for me to fill my time with. Your company is irreplaceable after all.
That's the kind of talk that gets ya bullied, Warden.
[He laughs, but it's less of his usual, sharp and mocking one. The laugh that probably echoes in some people's nightmares. It's softer, a little more fond, and Rinne's heart clenches as he lets go enough to take his chin between his fingers, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his lips, before rubbing their noses together.
It's such a dangerous feeling, one he is familiar with, but one he can't voice here. Unlike back home, he wasn't confident about making others happy here, after all.]
Sweet of ya to say all that, but ya forget. Ya didn't put a ring on it, so we're not married yet.
[Most of the Fortress respected him quite a bit and those that didn't would learn why they should. That being said, he quite enjoyed his reputation here too. There was something nice about just being another guy to everyone and being judged for that instead his title and position.
Wriothesley jolts a little, somehow more caught off guard by the kiss even if it was Rinne who initiated it. After all, he had taken Rinne's abstaining quite seriously, and isn't that playing a little dangerously to do that?
Instead, he laughs. Rinne and Wriothesley might not be so dissimilar. Wriothesley didn't have a particularly terrible image of himself. One can't say he had low self esteem when he held his chin high. There are things that linger with you enough to color the way you view things. Like how he had grown up without a parent's love and how everything he had managed was forged by his own hands without real help.
A life of solitude, he didn't mind, but it also meant that he had made certain assumptions about himself.]
And I wouldn't have the heart for it. I think that you'd find someone far more befitting to do that instead. [Because Wriothesley doesn't think he's really cut out for romance. A man in charge of a city of exiles in his solitude. No, Rinne needed someone more than that. Someone who surely could over love and happiness.] But lets enjoy today together anyways.
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