More likely one is lulling the other into a false sense of security before a proper strike.
He’ll be safe. And fed. Spoiled probably by the rest here, so fair warning.
[He shall neither confirm nor deny on the petting.]
[There’s a knock at his door.]
Come in. What is it?
Hi, yes, I’m having a lovely evening, thanks for asking. Quick question, I…
[Jesper’s voice trails off. Kaz is seated at his desk, bad leg propped up on a stool and books and papers arranged around him on the wood surface. It’s a common enough sight, minus their new furry friend of the past few weeks using a ledger book as a bed, and Kaz using the Durast communication device he and Wylan created together. For obvious reasons they’ve kept it tightly under wraps for use only among those they trusted, which means that there’s only a very small handful of people whom he might be speaking with at this ungodly hour.
He shouldn’t tease Kaz. Only he should. Companionably he sits on the edge of Kaz's desk and Kaz doesn't flinch, trusting him being so close. Reaching over he pets the cat's head while tilting his head to try and look at the phone.
Working hard, or hardly working? [He gives a nod at the phone.] Now I know why you never want to come drink. Frankly, I was getting a little hurt…
[Kaz rolls his eyes, placing the phone facing down on the desk and lightly covering it with his hand.] I’m working.
Mmm. [Liar. With a small smile, he uses his Durast abilities to bring Kaz’s phone over into his hand - because he’s not going to risk touching Kaz. He might want to annoy his friend but there are lines he won’t cross. He switches the phone to audio.]
Hello, WORK. Being productive, are you? You must be a BIG PROJECT to take up so much time.
[Jesper darts to the other side of Kaz’s bed as the other man rises with a look that could kill.]
Inej, I need you to take down my last will and testament because Kaz is about to murder me. Please let it be noted I died looking dashingly handsome. Also, hello, how are you?
[Kaz blew out an annoyed, exhausted sigh.]
That isn’t how a last will and testament works, you podge.
I prefer to think that wills and testaments work for me. Nej, he looks really miffed, what dastardly thing did you do to set him off?
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He’ll be safe. And fed. Spoiled probably by the rest here, so fair warning.
[He shall neither confirm nor deny on the petting.]
[There’s a knock at his door.]
Come in. What is it?
Hi, yes, I’m having a lovely evening, thanks for asking. Quick question, I…
[Jesper’s voice trails off. Kaz is seated at his desk, bad leg propped up on a stool and books and papers arranged around him on the wood surface. It’s a common enough sight, minus their new furry friend of the past few weeks using a ledger book as a bed, and Kaz using the Durast communication device he and Wylan created together. For obvious reasons they’ve kept it tightly under wraps for use only among those they trusted, which means that there’s only a very small handful of people whom he might be speaking with at this ungodly hour.
He shouldn’t tease Kaz. Only he should. Companionably he sits on the edge of Kaz's desk and Kaz doesn't flinch, trusting him being so close. Reaching over he pets the cat's head while tilting his head to try and look at the phone.
Working hard, or hardly working? [He gives a nod at the phone.] Now I know why you never want to come drink. Frankly, I was getting a little hurt…
[Kaz rolls his eyes, placing the phone facing down on the desk and lightly covering it with his hand.] I’m working.
Mmm. [Liar. With a small smile, he uses his Durast abilities to bring Kaz’s phone over into his hand - because he’s not going to risk touching Kaz. He might want to annoy his friend but there are lines he won’t cross. He switches the phone to audio.]
Hello, WORK. Being productive, are you? You must be a BIG PROJECT to take up so much time.
[Jesper darts to the other side of Kaz’s bed as the other man rises with a look that could kill.]
Inej, I need you to take down my last will and testament because Kaz is about to murder me. Please let it be noted I died looking dashingly handsome. Also, hello, how are you?
[Kaz blew out an annoyed, exhausted sigh.]
That isn’t how a last will and testament works, you podge.
I prefer to think that wills and testaments work for me. Nej, he looks really miffed, what dastardly thing did you do to set him off?
[Yes he’s trying out another nickname.]