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text; un: cerberus (Backdated a bit to July 21st)

[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-07-24 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you available right now?
I'll pay you for your time.

This is Wriothesley.
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-07-25 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Should I not compensate you for your time?
Payment can be whatever you wish within reason.

.
I prefer not to discuss matters on devices that are easily tracking our everything.


[Regardless if it actually matters or not given how the house obviously knows what they're up to most of the time.]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-07-27 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Wriothesley weighs those words for a moment before he replies.]

I'll meet you at your room. I'll knock twice then once more so you know it's me.

[As if Rufus would be expecting anyone else, but Wriothesley is someone if not thorough in making himself identifiable to someone whom he was meeting up with.]

I don't need the resort sticking their nose into my business right now.
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-07-29 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Wriothesley doesn't answer the text back, and just heads up from his Rank 7 suite and up to the floor with the Rank 10 suites. There's no reason to say more when they'd be able to discuss anything upon him arriving. He does exactly what he says in text, knocking twice and then once more after a pause.

Arms folded over his chest, while Wriothesley's expression is something neutral, small things betray him. Tension in his shoulders and there's something stormy in his gaze as he waits for Rufus to answer the door.
]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-07-31 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Wriothesley had grown used to being in the suites meant for the rank 10s. It helps that he consistently ends up crashing at someone's room just as much as he sleeps in his own. The layouts do differ from room to room, he's finding.

The man looked, well, tired. The lingering smell of cigarette smoke lingers on his clothes. He's dressed in slacks and waistcoat and would look well kept if not for small signs. The slight wrinkling of his dress shirt underneath that implies he hadn't bothered to press it and the way he didn't even bother to button the top most button of his waistcoat.

He nods his head in greeting as he steps inside.
]

I wasn't about to make someone wait when it was I who asked for their time. How unbecoming if I did. [He gives a cursory look around, mostly out of habit to quickly access the space. Paranoia runs deep after all.

He purses his lips before turning to look at the other.
] I just don't want to think for a little bit. [And while things like drugs could easily get him that, he also was someone who liked a clear mind. It was a frustrating dichotomy.]

You're free to let me know what you would like as payment and we can find a compromise that works for the both of us.
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-01 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Wriothesley shrugs in response.] It doesn't have to be a repeat performance. It doesn't have to even be sexual. I just want a moment. [A moment can mean anything. To Wriothesley, he just wants to feel like he can breath easy even if it's for a minute.

He had pointed it out to Tseng once. Sometimes there was something freeing about submitting to someone and letting them hold the reigns. It had already happened once between them. Why not another time?
]

A business man, huh? I appreciate that. [It makes it easy for someone to be concise and to the point. He likes that.] You're right though.

[Wriothesley is someone who knows his limits pretty well.] I refuse to have my hands bound. I don't want any kind of drugs. No permanent physical alterations. [The last one was kind of just a precaution. He doesn't think that it would come up, but it was better to be honest than for things to go too far and for him to be dragged back into reality.

But Wriothesley didn't have a lot of things he refused. As long as he felt like he didn't feel completely at Rufus' mercy, giving up control was different than feeling like he lost control, and he didn't like using substances.
] I don't think there's anything else.
Edited 2024-08-01 07:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-08 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't help the bark of laughter that escapes his lips. It's something tired but there's something genuine about the laugh. Something he really needed because he definitely struggling with the concept of loss here. It isn't like this is the first time nor the last, but a handful of people whom he had kept close were now gone so quickly caught him off guard. Enough to knock him off his feet.

Rufus' words were amusing though. At least said to him, whom had easily offered services of all kinds while in prison from credit coupons. That, at the end of the day, he was still seeking some sort of service from Rufus. It might not be sex, but the concept was there.
]

Monsieur. You already had that.

[Loyalty isn't quite the right word, he thinks. At the end of the day, they still have their own goals and plans. But Wriothesley, despite what hiccups of their relationship, did like Rufus. Sure, he basically barked for the man, but the man seemed to respect him enough not to treat him like shit after. Hell, if his relationship was bad with them, he wouldn't be here in their room asking for their time.

As it is, he didn't intend to not at least treat the other as some respectable business associate.
] It's a deal then.
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-13 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Isn't it what you wanted though? [His tone is mostly playful. Rufus should have considered asking for something else. Honestly, though, Wriothesley's loyalty is a vague concept if the both of them were being honest. What actually entailed in something like that was murky water.

Whatever it meant, there was something that was consistent. If Rufus ever needed a helping hand in anyway, Wriothesley would not leave the man wanting.

And Rufus apparently didn't intend to leave him wanting either. Wriothesley shivers and he opens his mouth to respond before snapping his mouth shut. A half-lidded gaze before he nods in silent affirmation.
]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-13 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[What Wriothesley probably needed rest. Not sleep. Rest. Just some time to catch his breath and maybe relax and not feel like the weight on his shoulders felt so heavy. And he can maybe get that right now. He's not the Duke or the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide or even Wriothesley.

Hell, right now, he's apparently just some dog taking orders. And he was alright with that.

He doesn't hesitate to obey, getting down to his knees until he's seated in front of Rufus. He looks up at the other and waits for Rufus' next order.
]
nonvoting: (what are you waiting for?)

( 8/13, morning )

[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-14 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ previous birthdays have always been easier to arrange, mostly because tseng has always had some level of access to rufus' living space. not so, here. he can't get in to rufus' room without rufus there to open the door, and asking him to do so would rather defeat the purpose of a birthday surprise, wouldn't it?

so instead, tseng settles for what he can manage. a cinnamon roll wrapped first in wax paper and then in tinfoil to keep it warm and moist; a thermos of coffee, although rufus is surely capable of making his own, but on your birthday it's nice if you don't have to. and in a small black box wrapped in dark grey ribbon, the actual gift: two golden coins, the same size and weight as gil would be, embossed with darkstar's likeness on one face so rufus knows which side is heads.

these all get put in a plain black gift bag and handed over to a staff member to be delivered to rufus at 10am sharp, along with a note from tseng, folded in half and tucked inside: this probably isn't how you wanted to spend it, but happy birthday, nonetheless.

no "sir," this once. ]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-14 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Wriothesley doesn't say anything nor questions Rufus' actions as they leave the room for a moment. He sits there, perfectly still, waiting obediently for the other to return. Despite having a nature that wasn't tamable, Wriothesley knew how to be an obedient dog.

He closes his eyes at Rufus' words and waits. There's a stiffening of his shoulders as Wriothesley seems to be making out what he was feeling and what the implication meant. Eventually, the man lets his shoulders relax, hands settling on his lap.

Relaxed. Accepting. He waits for Rufus to tie it around his eyes.
]
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-18 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's only when his watch buzzes with the message from rufus that tseng realizes he was waiting for something like this, a confirmation that rufus had received the gift. he'd never needed a confirmation in years previous, again because of his access to rufus' living space and his ability to ascertain that the gifts would be left in places rufus would certainly find them—but now, relying on a staff member to get the bag where it's meant to go, he finds himself relieved by the message that clearly indicates the gift was received.

the relief immediately turns to... something, not quite anxiety, but perhaps some strange kind of anticipation once tseng has read and understood the question. how should rufus spend his birthday? one answer, which tseng can't bring himself to say; another answer, which calls back to something tseng said during that fateful morning in his suite's master bath, although tseng can't know for sure whether rufus will interpret it how it's meant. ]


Any way you want.
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-18 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Of course.

[ not referring to rufus as sir in every text feels strange, but the birthday gifts have always been a gray area between them professionally, so it would feel even stranger to lean on that professionalism now. ]

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