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[curingidiocy]

Dr. Ratio

"There's no rush."

Dr. Ratio

Greetings, I am Veritas Ratio.

Dr. Ratio

Knowledge should flow freely between people, and the same fate should befall truth. You can ask me about technical problems at any moment, and I shall do my utmost to give you a reply.

Dr. Ratio

But before you ask, remember to establish best practices for intense self-rumination, and remember that time is precious for everyone, as for me, so for you.

Dr. Ratio

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[curingidiocy]

It will be suffocating with all of you on the bed.

[ There isn't much space in the room after all. Each of them are designed to house only one person, so suffice to say they couldn't fit a king sized bed in there.

That being said, Ratio's complaining is only superficial—Aventurine would know the scholar adores the kitties despite his unwillingness to openly love on them. ]

[stonehearts]

We can all fit with enough effort, doc

( he knows. and he knows they love ratio, too. so cuddle pile it is. he will, in fact, be telling the cats that their 'dad' will be returning soon as he picks them up and places them on the bed. )

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[curingidiocy]

[ A few minutes later, without a further response in text, Ratio enters his room, expecting to see his lover already sprawled out on the bed with the cats.

It's a little weird, to interrupt the work day for something as insignificant and mundane as, well, cuddling. Almost scandalous, even, that he'd use his valuable time, better reserved for research and seeking solutions and helping people—for himself.

So he finds himself standing awkwardly at the doorway, observing how differently his room looks in the daylight—a time in which he is normally not present. ]

im tagging this just to prove it's still in my inbox, pt. 1

[stonehearts]

( Aventurine pats the bed, gesturing to the spot he's left for Ratio in between Aventurine and the cats. )

Come on in, Doc.

[curingidiocy]

[ He finally moves when Aventurine invites him to. Gingerly, he steps forward and takes a seat at the edge of the bed. ]

You look quite comfortable.

[stonehearts]

I could be more comfortable if my favorite Doctor decided to join us.

( aka why are you sitting on the edge and not in bed, with the cats and aventurine. do you not care for your children, ratio. children and aventurine, that is. )

[curingidiocy]

[ With a small huff of amusement, he removes the outer adornments of his outfit and peels off the sashes that decorate him before laying down next to Aventurine and the cats and scooting closer to bring his lover into his arms. ]

Better?

[stonehearts]

Yep!

( he says, popping the 'p' very obnoxiously before willingly curling up against ratio's side, throwing an arm and a leg over him to latch onto him. this is nice, and the cats rearrange themselves around them -- sleeping on their favorite human of choice or down by their feet. )

This is nice.

[curingidiocy]

[ Ratio curls into Aventurine's body when he presses close, entangling their limbs together. The room is bright, lit by the false window set to match the day's cycle, but... it's nice. To simply stop for a moment and enjoy the present. To feel Aventurine's body press close against him, the floral smell lingering in his hair, and the weight of the cats who refuse to understand the concept of personal space.

Ratio closes his eyes and simply feels. ]

Agreed. I would not mind such interruptions every once in a while.

[stonehearts]

Don't worry, Doc. We can make sure that we pencil in a break in your schedule every so often.

( It's not lost on him that Ratio is the one with the busier schedule here, and that Aventurine fills his time gambling, exploring the city, getting himself into dangerous situations and then out of them in order to keep himself busy. And just lounging around looking delectable and seductive whenever in Ratio's presence.

So really, it's Ratio they have to work on to have more at this. )

[curingidiocy]

Mm.

[ Ratio presses his face into Aventurine's nape, breathing in the gambler's unique scent—a mix of expensive, high quality cologne (though unfortunately not the same as the one he typically uses back home, which Ratio misses) and his own personal notes, which have always reminded the scholar of the sun and dry climates.

...ah, wait, he shouldn't fall asleep in the middle of the day. He blinks his eyes open and withdraws a little to stare at the ceiling of the room. ]

...ten more minutes. Then I must return to the lab.