Okay. And that is all Kib has to say for the time being.

He's definitely not collected enough for letter-dictation. And there should be less clothes.

And even less collectedness than that.

Afterwards Maitimo is still not in a mood to write letters.

Snuggle. Kib has such a pretty face when he's satisfied with himself.

He's also pretty cute when he's mumbling random nouns in his sleep. Tonight a Harthanic noun sneaks in, that's new.

Perhaps it's another Harthanic dream.

(he whimpers, he tenses up, but he doesn't scream.)

So Maitimo holds him but doesn't wake him.

And eventually he sighs and opens his eyes. Snuggle.

Morning. Now those letters really do need to be written; you all right? Scriber coming along? Do you enjoy waking up to oral sex, I realized I should have asked...

That seems like it might interact really strangely with the dreams, so, wait till I'm awake. I'm all right. Scriber's mid-checkthrough-stage.

Best of luck with that.

...So were you offering oral sex or just asking for in general?

Kib can do that.

Then they shall have a substantially delayed start to the morning.

Sorry about your letters.

Remember what I said your first week here, about how I liked to have all my time occupied but could not really be said to be busy? That was before stork funding got added to the agenda; now I am legitimately busy. I am enjoying it.

The day will be uninterrupted.

The scriber will be farther along in that frustratingly infinitesmal way that means "the program has been checked over another time but nothing new has been written down or etched in".

Melkor will stop by the palace in the evening, asking for him.