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"Laguna, have you been looking at- . . . what are you doing?"

"I can't find my pen!"

For a moment, Kiros simply stared at Laguna's back incredulously, before rolling his eyes, walking over to the desk, and picking the pen up from the top of the papers Laguna had very clearly not been reading through. He tapped the older man on the shoulder, and presented the pen with mock triumph.

Laguna smiled sheepishly and slid onto his desk chair.

"I'm not going to finish my question." He tapped the papers strewn all in disarray across Laguna's desk. "So, what have you been doing?"

"I've been working." Laguna twirled the pen between his fingers, clicking away importantly at his computer. Kiros leaned over the desk, catching a glimpse of a card game before Laguna could lower the screen. He scowled at Kiros a little, whining, "That's cheating."

"Well, you should be working."

"But it's boring/!" Laguna hissed. He brought the pen to his lips and nibbled at the end idly for a minute, before giving Kiros a look like he'd just had a wonderful epiphany. "We should go down to the Shopping District. Get some . . . /food or something."

"Laguna," Kiros mumbled, rubbing his face and wondering how/, exactly, he'd gotten messed up in all this (there was a distinct memory of early adolescence and Laguna's lean, childish body, but he studiously ignored that memory; it didn't serve his frustration in the slightest). "You live in a palace. You /have food."

"It's not the same/. We should . . . /go out/." For a moment, Kiros couldn't quite look at Laguna. Then, he gave him a sharp little look, grumbling something about how he wasn't entirely sure Esthar was ready to see their /new President dallying with one of his advisers. Laguna waved it off quickly, saying, "I'm the President. What are they gonna do?"

"Kick you out of office."

Laguna hummed for a second. "Good point."

Kiros pushed the papers toward Laguna, and said, "I have a few things I need to get done, and if you have at least half of this done by the time I get all of my things done, we'll see what we can put together in the way of 'going out'."

"/Half of it/!?"

Laguna bit down too hard on his pen when Kiros nodded decisively, and spent a couple of seconds spitting ink out of his mouth and complaining angrily about poor construction and nasty tastes and other such random things.

Kiros left him to his own devices, and three hours later, when he returned, he came bearing two cups of steaming coffee. Laguna was bent over the papers, his desk light on and head cradled in one hand as he flipped through the information and occasionally traced over a line or two.

After setting the mug on the edge of Laguna's desk, Kiros bent and pressed a quick kiss to Laguna's cheek. Laguna turned, frowning a little.

"You missed."

"Laguna-." He kissed Kiros, gently, and then returned to his work. Kiros slowly brought his mug to his lips, and after hazarding a hot sip, he asked, "How far did you get?"

"I'm almost done."

"With-."

"With everything." Kiros smiled into his mug a little. Laguna reached for his, and laughed. "You made it black. Thanks."

"I figured you'd need it."

"This might take a while." Kiros nodded.

"I'm not going anywhere."