[OOM] Eiattu - Private Office

[fighting_mad]

Diplomatic receptions are highly necessary, especially for Eiattu. The planet spent years under the yoke of Imperial control, and now its neighbors are cautiously testing the mettle of its new princess and her husband. Plourr knows this.

Of course, the necessity doesn't stop them from being unbelievably dull.

You'd think an event that lasted this far into the night would at least be interesting. Sadly, however, it was not, and Plourr is now sitting in a (to be specific, Rial's) ground-floor private office, still in full royal regalia with her shoes kicked off. She has her bare feet up on the desk and a much-needed bottle of lum in hand.

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[eiattu_pride]

He swats at it.

"Hey."

[fighting_mad]

Faint, impish smile.

[eiattu_pride]

He gets up, and drops the bottle cap on his desk, ruffles her hair.

[fighting_mad]

She yelps and then laughs, smacking his hand.

[eiattu_pride]

>:O!!!!

"What?"

[fighting_mad]

"You ruffled my hair!"

The response was warranted!

[eiattu_pride]

"It's very pretty hair."

'cause that explains everything.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr facepalms with a snort.

[eiattu_pride]

Innocent.

Innocent.

Veeeeeerrrrryyyy innocent.

[fighting_mad]

"You have hair that I could pull, my count," she reminds him.

See? Plourr is equally innocent.

[eiattu_pride]

.....well, shit.

"Don't you dare."

[fighting_mad]

Look at the sweetness of that smile. "I would never."

[eiattu_pride]

Look at the sceptical-ness.

"Uh-huh."

[fighting_mad]

She sniffs, grinning, resting her arm on the back of her (his, technically) chair. "I'm wounded that you would think otherwise, really."

[eiattu_pride]

"You'd wound me if you were really seriously."

Lightly.

[fighting_mad]

Still grinning, she admits, "I fight dirty." Beat. "It's a shock, I'm sure."

[eiattu_pride]

"Save a poor man's heart, Princess, please."

[fighting_mad]

Setting her feet on the floor and her elbows on the desk, Plourr laughs loud and unrestrained.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial smirks.

Oh, yeah. He's good.

[fighting_mad]

She shakes her head. "What were you doing coming in here, anyway, funnyman? Not work, I hope; it is 0330, after all."

[eiattu_pride]

"Well, possibly."

[fighting_mad]

She groans and gets up, picking up her shoes and the two bottles of lum. "Rial. You know I'm as much of a workaholic as the next girl," probably more of one, "but even I know that sleep is necessary once in a while." She nods toward the door. "Come on. You can escort me upstairs."

[eiattu_pride]

"And how do I say no to an offer like that?"

Gets up, cracking his neck.

[fighting_mad]

"The amount of polite was staggering, I know," she says. She crosses the room and hits the keypad with her elbow to open the door.

She looks both ways, up and down the hall. "You haven't seen Frei and Unger, have you? I gave them the slip a while ago."

[eiattu_pride]

"Can't say I have."

Looks thoughtful.