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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?

[.......... wait.]

Maybe I just want some entertainment? I've indulged you with stories and the like, haven't I?

Yeah? How can I entertain you?

Tell me a story, this time.

You... know I don't really know any, right? I'm not like you, I don't really read or anything.

[He pats the couch next to him though.]

[moving to sit next to him]

Stories don't have to be just something you've read or anything like that. That's a bit narrow, and I know most archetypal stories, anyway.

[??]

So... what do you want to hear then?

If I knew that, I wouldn't bother asking. I'd just seek it out.

Oh. I guess so...

[Well fuck he doesn't know what to say. He's not good at coming up with entertaining things that aren't sexual. What even kind of story is he supposed to tell? He didn't exactly have a childhood where stories featured. It was all survival and blood. Dokja said it didn't have to be a normal story but...??]

Um... I might not be smart enough to be entertaining.

Aloys... you're plenty smart.

Devious, even.

Devious is different from smart. I'm cunning and underhanded too. But I don't really... Know much?

What makes you think I'm devious though?

Academically intelligent isn't the only "smart" there is. If that was the case, people like me wouldn't have been tormented by bullies for having "stupid" interests growing up.

[JUST SAYING. but then swiftly moving on like he didn't just show that old wound,]

And you just said it? You're cunning and underhanded. Practiced with it. It's not a bad thing to be devious, so long as it's beneficial. And even then, it's not like I could judge.

[he can be devious af]

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