Prefect

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Dear Pavi,

Sometimes if someone is upset with you you should try not to invade their personal space in case they get more upset with you.

From, Prefect

Edited Date: 2009-09-22 09:31 pm (UTC)

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Caro fratello,

When I am upset with someone, the closer they are prepared to be, the more easily I will forgive them.

You understand?

- Pavi

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Dear Pavi,

How close do I have to be for you to forgive me? Also, would you like a kettle or something as an apology present?

From, Prefect

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[Pavi grabs the note, barely taking the time to read it before he opens the door of his room. Yes, Prefect's still there.]

A kettle?

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[Prefect looks a little started, and shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably]

...Or something?

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[He tsks and shakes his head, affecting such an expression of dismay that he might look like he's actually somewhat traumatised.]

Fratello. The terrible wrong that you have done the Pavi will not be forgiven with a kettle.

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[Prefect doesn't tsk, but does look genuinely distraught at the Pavi's apparent continued trauma.]

I also have Toasters? And Bowls? And--

[He begins to anxiously list his stock.]

Edited Date: 2009-09-22 10:02 pm (UTC)

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[Pavi looks at Prefect for a second, considers saying something, then decides it's much easier to just grab his tie and kiss him.]

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[WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO HIM SO OFTEN? Prefect instinctively tries to jerk back from Pavi, only to be prevented from a full retreat by the fact that Pavi is still holding onto his tie. Thus thwarted, instead of making a sincere escape attempt? Prefect just scrunches shut his eyes and holds very still.]

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[Pavi doesn't let it last longer than a few seconds, since he's aware that Prefect isn't having fun here - and strangely enough, that sort of...

...matters.

But he still licks Prefect's bottom lip before he releases the tie and pulls back, grinning brilliantly.]

One product or service, si?

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[As soon as Pavi's finished Prefect retreats about three steps and brings his hand up to cover his mouth, like there's something left on his lips that he doesn't want anyone to see. He coughs. Then he clears his throat. Then he coughs again. Then he tries to say something. Then he gives up and just frowns from behind his hand.]

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[Pavi's smile fades to something less...well, pre-rape; he leans against the doorframe, his arms folded.]

Of course the Pavi has forgiven you, fratello. We all did what we thought we needed to do, is this not true?

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[The Marquis was napping during the first parts of this exchange and has not actually left Pavi's side much since he invited him in a day or two ago. Of course once the discussion goes to just outside the door he has started paying closer attention, and when Pavi goes out and doesn't come back in, he stands and throws a robe on and goes to the door, looking very much a mixture of surprise, laziness, and bemusement when he sees them kissing. As Prefect stumbles back he leans into Pavi from the doorway, slipping an arm around his middle, eyebrow raised, wondering where this will go in the next stroke.]

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[Prefect is totally going to maturely reply with something about supposing that it's all right that the Pavi kissed him if he also forgave him and didn't do it again, but when he's half way through his first, "Well Comrade..." The Marquis steps forward and Prefect instantly pales.

Why was he there? Was he watching? Had this all been some kind of eerie voyeuristic plan for his amusement? And, oh, he's got his arm around the Pavi, which would be more or less completely fine if Prefect hadn't just been forcibly kissed by Pavi, since the distant idea that even though it was unwanted contact at least it was probably symbolically affectionate unwanted contact has now completely vanished from the back of his mind.

He puts his hand back over his mouth, obviously whatever he thought he was hiding before was still something he doesn't want the Marquis to see. His eyes flick between the two of them, trying to work out exactly how much of the last few minutes were pre-planned by everyone but him, before turning and taking off down the corridor at a quick walk.]

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[Pavi watches Prefect stalk off like a jilted boyfriend - it seems pretty pointless to call him back, especially since the Marquis is awake and hence has one hundred per cent of his attention - and wonders what on Earth just happened. He's not really sure what's going on between his two favourite men, although their conversations over the network have always been...interesting.

He looks to the Marquis and lifts his shoulders in a little shrug.] He does not like you?

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[The Marquis leans close, resting his cheek against the shorter man's temple and rubs his arm, watching with decided satisfaction as Prefect scurries away.] I make him nervous, I think. I shall have to tell you why, sometime. [He lifts his head to look down at him -- not far.] And what was all that about, pet?

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[Pavi makes a pleased little noise at the touch, practically purring with satisfaction. Pet? He can live up to that right now.]

He was the one to...assimilate me. And he was kind enough to offer a 'product or service' in return for my forgiveness, so. [He smiles impishly.] I do not think that was what he had in mind, however.

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Prefect does not deal in intimacies, I'm afraid.

[He smiles to himself -- he really wishes he could get past that, honestly. If anyone could be that man's first, he wouldn't mind it. He wonders what sorts of noises he could make him make.]

How are you feeling?

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I am feeling...better, I think. [Simple, yet true - two adjectives he wouldn't often ascribe to his half of any given conversation, but with the Marquis, the rules feel...different. He pauses.] Thank you.

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[He smiles.] No trouble, Paviche. [Again he stares after Prefect, pensive, but oddly not in the mood to ridicule.] Do you think you will forgive him?

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