[Just call him a slut. It's less painful than whatever this is.]
Honestly, I think the ranks become somewhat arbitrary since I've yet to find no rhyme nor reason as to how people are placed. I didn't ask to be this high of rank on my own accord.
As for participation. I do sleep around, but that's by choice. [He's just going to put that out there, honestly. No need pretending he is a demure, virgin or something.]
We can talk about that later. I'm free is what matters and you seem to need something?
There's nothing to apologize about. I'm happy to discuss what I can try and parse, but our initial sorting seemed random and the house will move us up and down ranks alongside them moving people through the ranks by request. It's flexible to say the least, but I can't say I'm pleased to be this high up.
[He is so allergic to being perceived. Help.]
It doesn't have to be important. Do you want to talk about it in person or just talk about it through the watches? ... Actually, I don't trust these things that much, why don't you come up to my suite? If you're not that busy. I've gotten a hibiscus tea I'm quite fond of.
[He knows they're watched even in their in person meetings, but he doesn't trust that they aren't reading literally everything that's sent through the watches. Wriothesley is still a man who tries to be as discreet as possible. He isn't going to force Neuvillette though if they rather keep to texting.]
[Wow, when will Neuvillette let him help him with getting into his slut era???]
Why would I mind? Should I be more forward? Neuvillette, join me from tea. I enjoy your company and hope you will indulge me.
I have months worth of time to make up for the lack of meetings together after all.
[Wriothesley isn't quite saying it out right, but he missed Fontaine and he missed what he had Fontaine, so having a bit of that here now has him craving it a little bit.]
( when he stops being helpful in every other way, wrio has done too much!!! )
Shall I schedule a recurring meeting with you then, so that we might make up for lost time?
( not a joke; he WILL send an invite for a series of recurring meetings if wriothesley says yes. once he figures out how to, that is. if only sedene were here. )
But very well. In that case, I will see you in thirty minutes.
[But he wants to help. Especially with the slut era part.]
Do you think I would say no to that? Watch out. I'll start asking about if you slept around for that week.
[The text seems to be teasing, but there's some legitimate concern on Wriothesley's side. He knows that the suits are rather temperamental, but keeping them at bay and taking care of one's health requires having sex regularly.]
? Well, that gives me time to prepare tea and snacks. See you soon.
[Sir? He will not ask. Maybe Neuvillette needs time freshening up or getting ready. He doesn't know what skincare routine he might have.]
( three things happen within the span of the next 30 minutes:
the first is, as promised, a recurring calendar invite sent some ten minutes after his last message (because he'd needed to flag down someone for assistance in puzzling out yet another function on his watch). set for a duration of an hour, it's simply titled TEA TIME, with wriothesley and neuvillette as the attendees, and a rather thorough description with various (official-sounding) notes that include the option to lengthen or shorten the duration of the meeting, the option to invite other attendees as needed, and the understanding that either party might be allowed to miss the meeting should extenuating circumstances arise.
you can take the man out of court but you can't take the court out of the man.
the second is a much shorter message sent some fifteen minutes after the calendar invite, briefly informing wriothesley of neuvillette's imminent arrival in approximately the next five minutes.
the third (and last) is the sharp knock at wriothesley's door, signaling the actual arrival of the man himself, dressed down in one of the outfits they'd purchased the other week, a small bag of pastries held in one hand. by way of explanation: )
It seemed rude not to bring anything.
( he'd been assured they were perfectly innocent pastries, so hopefully they aren't laced with anything. )
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