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Ivan has just recently been assigned to Earth. It's very cultural. He has already explained Vor to groups of natives four separate times. Some of them seem to find it really hilarious to call him Lord Vorpatril. He doesn't mind; some of those people are girls who giggle it and bat their eyelashes. He likes it here just fine.
After he finishes with his day-job duties (separate from attending diplomatic functions to stand around and look handsome) he attempts to let himself out of the room with the comconsole and all its data to sift through, only to find that the hallway has turned into a bar.
He looks over his shoulder. The office is still normal. Which is to say there are no other exits.
Ivan goes into the bar, squinting.
middlingalong
middlingalong
"Yeah, I brought some food back earlier but it all got cold. I could go get another plate, if you'd eat it now and don't want to go to the cafeteria."
middlingalong
"You're welcome."
Pat pat. Ivan gets up and lets himself out. He comes back a bit later with food for both of them.
Pat pat. Ivan gets up and lets himself out. He comes back a bit later with food for both of them.
unmarred
Hmm.
Maybe he won't have to remind himself what he promised Miles quite as often as he expected.
Maybe he won't have to remind himself what he promised Miles quite as often as he expected.
middlingalong
When the food is gone, Ivan scoops up Mark and hugs him. This involves more use of his forearms than usual - he's been to the infirmary but they're not wizards - but he does it just fine.
middlingalong
"Are you going to move into this room until they want it for something else?" Ivan asks after he's set Mark down.
unmarred
"I don't know. I just came here so I could be maximally depressing without getting in your way. I can go back," he shrugs. "Seems like I'm not maximally depressing anymore."
middlingalong
"I mean, considering the circumstances, 'oh look, a total absence of Mark, he's probably off being a lump somewhere' would have been rather depressing all by itself, if I'd been in my room rather than not."
middlingalong
"Anyway, you can move here if you want for now, but the powers that be will feel quite free to squeeze you in with me again on no notice if they need a room for something."
middlingalong
"In that case I'm supposed to neaten up the place so it doesn't look so lived-in if they do put someone else here. Want to bet Miles forgot a sock?"