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_{[He can't help but laugh sheepishly at Hythlodaeus' comment, relieved to relinquish the glassware to put a bit of order to the scattered sheets. Carefully he stacks them, albeit not perfectly. He'll have to resort them later when he gets the chance.]}

Fear not, I will spare you my own personal twist on a shark, Hythlodaeus. I simply thought it would be a fun exercise to design one.

_{[And apparently a whole slew of other concepts from the looks of the pile he's still putting together.]}

Feeding birds in the park can only take up so much of one's time, so I thought it would be good to partake in a familiar activity...

_{[Someone's clearly going through the motions. What stage of grief is he on? Who knows.]}

Ah, but I will not bore you with such things.

Yes, you and half of Elpis apparently had the same thought. How fun can designing a shark be, honestly?

[He laughs too though, pouring out the wine.]

It does not bore me. Quite the opposite, in fact. But you're right, I did not come here so that we might discuss work.

[Sliding Hermes' glass across the table, he plops himself in a chair and takes a sip.]

Mm... this wine was quite expensive, you know. 'Tis supposed to be of a superior make. It's certainly smooth... but I am no connoisseur of wine.

Quite fun, I assure you.

_{[But he's not going to geek out over concept creation right now. Like he said, he's not here to discuss work. A pity really, if only because Hermes finds it an easy topic to discuss.

Papers stacked he sets them aside on one of the empty seats to leave the table free, picking up his glass gingerly, swirling the wine before taking a sip himself. It was quite good. Definitely smooth.]}

Nor can I claim myself to be as well...but it is delightful. _[Pause.] Surely though you would want to share something expensive with Emet-Selch, no? I am sure he would be able to appreciate it far better than I.

Emet-Selch would only chastise me for not spending his money, I'm sure. And I feel the gesture isn't quite the same if I'm using someone else's money to buy the gift.

[He shrugs a little.]

I never told you that I have a job, did I? I'm a maid! And paid rather handsomely for it, at that. So never fear, Emet-Selch did not pay for this wine.

[Incase he was worried about that, too.]

_{[It wasn't the paying for the wine that had Hermes worried exactly, although that had been somewhat of a concern. No, it had been the thought that Emet-Selch would snap himself into his apartment again, furious that Hythlodaeus was drinking fancy, expensive wine without him.

Well, at least it wasn't on his tab. Hythlodaeus had paid for this.]}

I'm relieved to hear you have employment...but what is a maid?

[Hythlodaeus is quite sure that he won't, at least. He seems to have been sufficiently mollified by the disaster that had followed him "talking" with Hermes last time.]

Ah. A maid is... well, I must wear a uniform, and clean the house. Dust the counters, sweep the floor, pick up whatever filth her love has left lying around...

[The way he says "her love" makes his nose wrinkle a little, like he'd smelled something particularly rotten.]

He makes quite the mess you see, and she simply couldn't cope with it. So I volunteered to help!

_{[Ah. So he helped this woman keep her home clean, more or less? That actually didn't sound like too bad of a task to do, all things considered, especially if it paid well. The distaste when he says her love doesn't go unnoticed either but Hermes doesn't pry.]}

I see. She must be quite relieved to have your assistance.

_{[Helping someone and getting paid for it? That's a win/win right there.]}

Indeed she is.

[He sips more of his wine, humming contentedly.]

'Twouldn't be a terrible job for you either, you know. Mayhap you can find someone who needs a maid... and I daresay you'd make a fine sight in a suit.

[He smirks a little over his glass.]

_{[While Hermes may not go sip for sip with Hythlodaeus, he still takes a taste here and there, enjoying the wine and more so the company. It wouldn't be a terrible job, no, but it would be rather boring. Even so, employment is employment - he can't exactly stand to be picky.

That smirk over his friend's glass has him blushing slightly.]}

Would I? I cannot say I know what a suit is, but I trust your eyes' judgement.

Oh, I will wear one for you one day... Emet-Selch did buy me one or two, after all.

[He sets his glass down, still smirking.]

Yes... you would look quite fetching.

[Emet-Selch would know which colours to use, of course, but Hythlodaeus is starting to appreciate his taste in fashion somewhat.]

Heheh... you're going to distract me, Hermes.

_{[Fetching? Oh no. That's a rather devious look aimed at him from across the table. Hythlodaeus sets his glass down but Hermes decides to take another sip from his, if only to hide a bit of his face with it.]}

Distract you? Pray, tell me how?

_{[Is there something on his face?]}

Half the fun of wearing a suit is peeling it off later, friend.

[His mind is in the gutter again, Hermes.]

Well... as long as someone else is helping, of course.

_{[Is this Horny Hythlodaeus Hours? Seems like it.]}

Ah, I see.

_{[Just gonna. Have another sip of wine. His friend hasn't even been here long and he's already flirting with him.]}

Well, if I ever find myself dressed in one, I will be sure to let you peel me out of it.

I will hold you to that.

[He lifts his glass slightly as if to toast it, takes a sip, then sets his glass down again. Then he chuckles.]

We should sit somewhere more comfortable, don't you think? We could put on a little music, sit on the sofa... I do like listening to new music.

[He's found a lot of it isn't quite to his tastes, but every so often something will play that he finds himself tapping his foot to.]

Oh yes, please, make yourself comfortable.

_{[Hermes stands, perhaps a little too hurried, from the kitchen table, plucking the bottle of wine and his glass from it to move to the sitting room. The coffee table needs to be tidied up from papers as well but he makes quick work of it, gesturing for Hythlodaeus to join him.]}

I am afraid I do not know how to play you music however, but it would be nice.

_{[Literally what is a radio.]}

[Seating himself on the couch, he crosses one leg over the other and indeed makes himself comfortable.]

I'm still learning how to use the television, but it can play music also... where is the, ah... the device to make it light up?

[The remote, Hythlodaeus.]

The device for the television?

_{[He's struggling buddy, give him a hot second. He finds the remote, holding it up questioningly.]}

...This?

Yes! Give it to me.

[He takes it and presses a button- the TV lights up, and Hythlodaeus presses the numbers that he knows lead to the music station. It's the only thing he knows how to do, sadly. But it's something!

It seems to be "oldies" that are featured tonight, though Hythlodaeus isn't sure what that means. The woman singing has a lovely voice, though.]

Ah... how pleasant.

_{[Hermes just watches Hythlodaeus in silence as he turns on the music, not really understanding what he's doing (but he's not complaining either. Whatever he's put on is pleasant enough to listen to.]}

The technology of this city is quite interesting, no? I know Amaurot has many amenities but I wonder who came up with the idea of this television? It is a rather clever thing...or these network devices we were all given.

I'm unsure, but it's positively delightful.

[He gestures for Hermes to sit beside him, humming merrily to the song.]

This is nice... spending time with you. We don't do it nearly often enough!

_{[He doesn't need convincing to come and join Hythlodaeus on the sofa, making himself comfortable beside him.]}

It is quite nice...I do enjoy your company my friend. _{[He tosses his gaze toward his glass, swirling the wine around.]}

I will admit I am not used to having company, here or in Elpis. I spend much of my time by myself.

[He scoots closer, leaning into Hermes comfortably.]

Time spent alone isn't always so terrible... but pray do not spend too much of it that way. You have Emet-Selch and I to keep you company now, after all.

[The song playing is slow, smooth, and Hermes is warm and comfortable. He feels at ease.]

_{[Hythlodaeus' weight against him is welcome and comforting as he raises his glass to take a sip. It's a quiet sort of moment they're sharing but that's perfectly fine with Hermes. He's the contemplative sort after all.]}

That is quite true. I have companions here - it would not do to shun them.

_{[Unlike on Elpis where he would slip away to hide himself behind piles of paperwork to avoid his peers.]}

Exactly.

[He sits quietly with him for a little while, but then a more upbeat song comes on and the fancy takes him to dance. He grins, suddenly moving and dragging Hermes up with him.]

Come, let us dance!

[He takes both of Hermes' hands and, not a great dancer himself, just kind of swings them around aimlessly. But he's having fun, and that's all he cares about.]

D-Dance?

_{[Ah, wait, he's not ready for this! He only has a moment to set down his glass before Hythlodaeus has him by both hands and is dragging him up to his feet. Already his face is a deep peach as he blushes, not really sure what to do at all.]}

I fear I do not know how.

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