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[superniceone]

It's greedy again: he'd rather be here in a bad mood than at home in a good mood, but he doesn't know how to say that without it coming on too strong, too weird. 'I thought we were going to wallow together.' So he just cringes instead at the sound, rubbing at his face again.

"I'll, uh, handle the repairs." 'When you move out' is implied here, but he doesn't want to voice the words. "I'm clever enough, I'm sure I can figure it out."

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"He can cook and he's handy. What can't he do?"

Verso leaves him with a brief touch of the shoulder, making his way back to the kitchen where he has to quickly sidestep an incoming knife. Muffled: "Monoco!" "Oh, don't be such a baby. You dodged, didn't you?"

When he returns, the bottle is already uncorked; he'd taken a few sips in the kitchen after the harrowing near-miss of a knife to his face. With a cant of his head toward his (and Monoco's) open bedroom door, he says, "I'd recommend a change of scenery if you don't want to listen to Monoco's... home renovations." To put it politely.

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Gustave is already on his feet when Verso returns, his eyes tracking down his face and then his body to check for injury. Ridiculous, maybe, considering his immortality, but he doesn't love seeing him injured, regardless.

"I'll take them back on the way out," he promises, snagging the book he'd started last time from the shelf on the way to the bedroom. "At least he's staying sharp?"

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Verso shuts the bedroom door behind him with a foot, not because he has any real intention of doing anything that isn't Monoco-friendly, but because he'd rather not listen to the sound of Monoco ruining their kitchen. He can already tell he's going to spend all of tomorrow dealing with Monoco's pleas for more weaponry he can play with— er, 'hone his warrior's skills with'.

God. He takes a swig. At least Monoco keeps things interesting.

He sets the bottle on the desk after that, leaning against it. The paint set on it is still untouched, probably unsurprisingly. "Should I forget you're here again? I seem to recall you liking that."

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Gustave isn't fully certain if the weariness he feels is physical or mental, and he does his best to shake it off. He follows Verso to the desk, reaching to grab the bottle.

"Ideally, you'd always be extremely aware of where I am in proximity to you," he says, which is his fucking nerdy way of saying 'please notice me,' and he takes a pull from the wine. "But I do like just existing near you." He smiles wryly at him. "Bit clingy, isn't it."

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"Not quite the word I was thinking of," he quips, cheeks dimpling despite his best judgment. Cute is the word he's thinking of!!! Why does Gustave have to be so cute. :( Can't a guy just be doomed in peace?

"I am, in fact, excruciatingly aware of your proximity." A terminal one-upper. He nudges Gustave with a knee. "At all times."

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"Is that why you're lounging attractively against the desk this time, or is that just incidental?" On a whim, Gustave reaches for Verso's hand to pull it to his mouth. He presses a lingering kiss to the back of his fingers before releasing him, drifting over to the window. "Monoco really has made himself at home, huh." He's pleased about it; it's good that Verso has companionship.

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It's incidental lounging!! This is just how he lounges.

"They say home is where the throwing knives are, I think."

But he'd been finding ways to entertain himself before that, too. Honestly, Verso expects that he might have been lonely in Lumière. Out on the Continent, he's just another person; here, he's a novelty. Besides, it's normal to feel homesick, even if your home is a rundown train station filled with Grandis.

"But he's eager to go back to the Continent." The only reason he hasn't already is probably because he's hesitant to leave Verso behind; he feels a pang of guilt at that. Even without trying, Verso manages to make everyone who cares about him unhappy. "Things... make more sense out there."

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"Sure," Gustave says, and he bites his tongue, figures acknowledging the fact that Verso is definitely talking about himself will just end up hurting both of their feelings. He thinks again about telling him to go back, that he'll handle Maelle, but he doesn't know if he can. Isn't sure if Verso just disappearing would make things easier or harder with her — it wasn't like it made much of a difference with Aline.

"How did you pass the time? When you weren't... babysitting wayward Expeditioners." He sits on the edge of the bed just for lack of other seating, glancing briefly at the unopened paint supplies. It didn't seem like creative endeavors brought him much joy.

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"Babysitting," he echoes, amused. (And a little guilty; not all of it was 'babysitting'. There'd been a time when he'd worked against the Expeditions. When he'd thought this was all worth it to live.) "If babysitting involves trying to keep them from getting eaten by giant monsters, sure."

It's not that different, he supposes. Expeditioners aren't so different from toddlers that are determined to kill themselves.

As for the question, he shrugs. "I lived in the mountains with Monoco for a while. Fought Nevrons to pass the time." There wasn't much else to do out there. "Participated in a few Gestral competitions." Another shrug— "Tried to teach Esquie to play chess, but his hands are too big for the pieces."

So, not a lot.

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"That's disappointing," Gustave says, a little amused as he admits: "I feel like I might actually finally win a game of chess against Esquie." So much of the game is just predicting what the other player is going to do, and Gustave is an extremely smart man who fails horribly in that regard.

He looks thoughtful, finally taking off his shoes like it's a declaration that he's going to stay a while longer. "But the gestrals—" Is there a delicate way to ask this? He's not sure. "They've, ah— always been this way?" Gustave is a full-ass hater and privately wonders if they get dumber every time they resurrect, but he's just gonna imply that instead of saying it outright.

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"I'm not sure what you mean." He is, but Gustave should have to own his hater-ness out loud. "Always been... wooden?"

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Gustave stares at him, both incredulous and extremely stubborn — and also, maybe leaning into it a little, hoping to make Verso laugh. "Completely fucking unhinged?" Monoco threw a knife at Verso's face less than ten minutes ago.

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Water under the bridge!

"Hey," Verso says in mock-warning. "They're not..." 'Not unhinged'. He can't say that without sounding a bit unhinged himself. "...Well, not completely unhinged. Most of them, anyway."

Maybe he's just spent far too much time in their presence, but he's fond of them. They're his little guys! "They're more simple than humans. Easier to please."

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"Hey, I wasn't trying to say humans are better. How many Expeditions were wiped out by eating the wrong thing?" It's tragic too, sure, but he feels like it makes his point.

Gustave thinks about the way Verso had asked so softly, so earnestly how to make him happy, and he thinks his ribs could break for the ache there. "Anyway. I'm an extremely easy man to please. Sounds like you just have a type."

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"Easy to please?" is delivered with a skeptical raise of his brow. Out of everything he likes about Gustave, being easy to please isn't one of those things. It feels as if Verso has just made one misstep after the other with him—

—which is perhaps evidence of being easy to please after all, considering Gustave is somehow still here.

Still, he holds out his thumb and forefinger, nearly touching. "I hate to break it to you, but you're a bit more complex than a gestral."

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They've both made massive missteps. It's the end of the world around them, and almost no one else knows; it'd be more shocking if they'd handled things more competently.

Which means Gustave is mock affronted by the assessment. "I stained my coat with grass and was still upset and jealous when you called things off. That's not the way a complicated man would have reacted."

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Verso laughs, although he feels a bit embarrassed at the memory of 'calling things off'. It had been stupid and clumsy, but he'd thought he was doing the right thing. Maybe it was the right thing, and he should have stuck to his guns. Wasn't he planning on dumping Gustave again (for either the third or fourth time, depending on if you count the week of ghosting)? How quickly his principles crumple because of some scrawny asshole.

He's into scrawny assholes, unfortunately, or at least this scrawny asshole. Lounging attractively against the desk, he shoots Gustave a megawatt smile. "Maybe I'm just that good."

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Gustave is happy to indulge Verso in— well, basically anything, because he's fully bought in to the Dessendre propaganda, at least as far as it concerns the two younger children of the family. It's still not enough to stop the dry look, because he's certain they're both fully aware at this point that neither of them really had any idea what they were doing. The closest thing to actual 'romance' was a blowjob in a ramshackle hut, or maybe a clumsy handjob whilst they were both crammed into a divan.

Not that it was bad by any stretch, but the playful smugness felt like an invite to tease. "You're definitely better than any other man I've been with," he says seriously. "Top of the list for sure."

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Ouch!!! Don't tell him where he ranks among all genders — his ego is too fragile. Verso raises an eyebrow, although he's still smiling. "Next you're going to tell me I 'have a good personality'." The worst thing you can say to a person, honestly.

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"Am I supposed to have a problem with your personality, Verso?" He's genuinely confused by this one, scanning him in curiosity, before he pulls his tie loose. Verso's version of dressing up for the day seemed a lot more appealing to him than what he'd been forced into.

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Yes, he probably should have a problem with Verso's personality, but that's not what he was getting at!!

"It's, uh, what you say when someone only has a good— you know what, never mind." He cannot possibly awkwardly explain all of his pithy quips to Gustave. Cringing a little: "It's not as irreverent if I have to explain it."

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"Right," he says, and maybe he should!! But Verso didn't let him die for some reason in this timeline, so maybe Gustave just has some kind of weird metaphysical gratitude thing going on, who knows. "Feels like a really bad way to insult someone as infuriatingly attractive as you, but sure."

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"It was a joke," he says, stopping short of saying 'OBVIOUSLY the punchline is how handsome I am'. "I've heard some people tell them in the pursuit of making people they like laugh. Debatable results so far, though."

Come on, man. He turned on the 'PLEASE CLAP' sign.

"Besides, we both know you're here for entirely superficial reasons."

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"Hey, I got the joke," Gustave says, playfully defensive as he thumbs through the book just to give himself something to do with his hands. "I just thought you liked when I told you how handsome you are." It still feels strange, somehow, flirting with Verso — he's a little incredulous, still, that Verso would want to hear compliments from someone like him, but he feels that similar urge to try to cheer him up.