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You are texting me. Is everything alright?

I'm lonely, read me a story, keep me company.

[wow. he actually wrote it. he has receipts.]

Where are you?

[Easy to write when he's just using it to make Dokja spend time with him so Dokja isn't alone!]

Just out. Where should I meet you?

[Dokja: never once considering that he's being figured into the equation even though this convo literally started with that]

Grab some food from the cafe and then it's your choice between a hotel and my room in Diamonds.

[God this man is going to be so easy to take care of, how refreshing.]

Which room is yours? And how hungry are you?

[oh sweet summer child.

but he sends the info over about where he's at in Diamonds]

Not especially hungry, just thought snacks would be best if you plan to come over.

[There is no reply. But a bit later there is a knock on the door.]

[opening the door.

le gasp. he is not wearing the white coat for once! still wearing the dark button-up, though. a little pink in the cheeks because come to find out, orders in text messages count for that objective. Good. To. Know.]

That was quick?

I'm efficient.

[Cute. He has a bag of goodies. And also another bag?]

Blushing for me already?

Incidentally. You know that objective hits hard.

Mm. Can't let me pretend you just like seeing me?

[He will step into the apartment, if Dokja lets him, handing him the bag with various snacks. ]

[taking the bag... oh. did he hurt this guy's feelings with that or something? eyeing him for a moment before going to put the bag onto a table.]

I don't have to be blushing to be glad to see you.

[He doesn't look hurt. In fact he's wandering into the bathroom to... unpack a tooth brush and leave it on the counter? Then taking the bag to invade Dokja's room, unpacking a change of clothes and pjs to shove in his closet.]

Sure sure.

[when other servants got their own apartments or other places and then this one just makes himself at home?

... there's a feel somewhere. Kim Dokja doesn't know what to do with this feel.]

With all the self-care things, I'm surprised you didn't bring more.

[anyway, checking out what's in the bag now]

[He has his own place. But he figured Dokja probably doesn't have enough people invading his. In fact he's checking subtly to see if anyone else has left their mark in this apartment as he makes himself at home.

He's too aware of what it's like living isolated. He intends to leave enough evidence of his presence that Dokja has it around him all the time, even when he doesn't come to crash. Which he intends to. Often.

The bag has snacks. Fried chicken, pasta salad, chips, just easy to eat things.]

Couldn't carry it all. I'll bring more tomorrow.

[probably Gigan has left some stuff here or there. evidence of Lyle sleeping here and Brant poking at him, but nothing substantially lived in, probably, other than what faint traces even Kim Dokja barely leaves of himself.

... getting some chips.]

More? [sounds faintly bemused as he opens the chip bag] I'm curious what'd you even thought to bring?

[He would laugh. He and Kim Dokja really do live similarly. Utilitarian. Only the necessities.

Well. Whatever. That's why he decided to come harass the guy and move things into his apartment so he isn't so sad and alone. Maybe so both of them aren't. He'll flop on the couch like he owns the place.]

Skin and hair products obviously. Any requests?

Not really. I'm pretty self-sufficient.

[munches on a chip, watching him.]

Okay.

What?

[amused]

You're already so comfortable?

I would be more comfortable if you brought me a pillow and blanket.

[munches a chip.]

Who is the Servant here, again?

Oh, do you want to be pampered?

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