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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]

[ 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.