test... drive...?

[mewtation]

[ WHOEVER YOU ARE, wherever you sleep: there is a cat in your bed.

or. well. something that looks sort of like one...? if cats were four and a half feet tall and roughly humanoid. um. ]

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[swordingitout]

[Laughing cheerfully.]

So the paperwork.

[lonelydemon]

You should sleep more too, stupid king.

[swordingitout]

Oh, but I feel very energetic.

[lonelydemon]

Your body is lying to you, you need more sleep.

[swordingitout]

[Gently tries to shove Ryner.]

You just need to get moving to get that blood pumping.

[lonelydemon]

Nooooo.

[dead weight]

[swordingitout]

Shall I call to have Ferris help you get motivated?

[lonelydemon]

[HEAVY. SIGH.

Rolls off.]

No thanks.

[swordingitout]

[Sits up cheerfully. He really has only slept a couple hours, but duty calls.]

[And apparently it calls Ryner too before Sion's snagging his hand to drag him up.]

Let's get started.

[lonelydemon]

You're a slave-driver, you know...

[whiiiiney but coming along.]

[swordingitout]

[If his hand lingers a moment too long it's easily discounted when he replaces it with a stack of papers shoved into Ryner's arms.]

Come come, we've much to do!

[lonelydemon]

[sion that's gay. but ryner's not noticing this time, anyway, too aggressively drowsy and bemoaning his fate of doing paperwork for the next twenty centuries.]

How does it build up like this?!

[swordingitout]

Haha, it takes a lot to change a country, you know.

[lonelydemon]

Excuses. You make up work to keep your mind off dirty things. I see right through you!

[swordingitout]

I've been found out.

[lonelydemon]

Look at that face! It doesn't even work, does it?!

[swordingitout]

Haha! In any case you can start on that stack of reports there.

[lonelydemon]

You just won't be distracted, will you...

[swordingitout]

The country won't run itself, I'm afraid. Think of your poor king who needs a vacation and give me a hand.

[lonelydemon]

You wouldn't accept a vacation if it were the only piece of paperwork left.

[swordingitout]

Haha, you've caught me again.

[But he's gonna start on his work because he's a workaholic.]

Maybe when a vacation is the only work left you'll do that for me.

[lonelydemon]

[settles at his own desk, wow did the entire castle know he'd be roped into this today, probably]

Don't speak of such a future so casually. I for one believe it's beyond our reach.

[swordingitout]

Fight hard and I may let you take a nap tomorrow.

[He's already reviewing reports while bantering.]

How does twenty minutes sound?

[lonelydemon]

Twenty minutes? Unacceptable! Twenty hours or bust!

[swordingitout]

Twenty hours? That's too long. Why don't we meet in the middle, twenty-five minutes.