[clearing his throat, Gepard glances away from Dohalim as he says it. it's not that he intends not to, but he's... very bad at relaxing. they both know that, at least.
there's nothing to it when they get back to the city, and even Gepard has to admit his disappointment when they split ways. no one really questions him - perhaps because he's just always been a workaholic, so they assume he was just, well... doing that. it's easy to talk with his men and guide them on the coming issues, the possibility of new members with Serval's unit being changed, and how to handle any questions the others might have. there's a lot they don't know, and it brings his mind back to everything that happened, but he just has to believe it'll all work out.
dinner and dressing down is easy, and the blonde has to quell the antsiness pitted somewhere in his stomach. it's not just because it's his Lord, nor that it's in his personal room... really, it's just that it's Dohalim, but he can hardly admit that. at least he's not wringing his hands when he's let in, brushing a hand through his hair when the servant closes the door behind them.
it's... ah. seeing Dohalim there, he has to make sure he's not blushing or anything - the man just looks so... elegant, even like this. god, this was probably a terrible idea, wasn't it?]
Sorry to keep you waiting.
[he's dressed down out of his normal uniform too, shirt well-fitted but light. it's pretty rare that he gets to dress like this anyway, outside of actually sleeping. with as... little knowledge as he has of how his drinking limits are, it just seemed smarter. without letting himself question any further, he does step over to the couch to join his Lord, trying not to seem nervous.]
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[clearing his throat, Gepard glances away from Dohalim as he says it. it's not that he intends not to, but he's... very bad at relaxing. they both know that, at least.
there's nothing to it when they get back to the city, and even Gepard has to admit his disappointment when they split ways. no one really questions him - perhaps because he's just always been a workaholic, so they assume he was just, well... doing that. it's easy to talk with his men and guide them on the coming issues, the possibility of new members with Serval's unit being changed, and how to handle any questions the others might have. there's a lot they don't know, and it brings his mind back to everything that happened, but he just has to believe it'll all work out.
dinner and dressing down is easy, and the blonde has to quell the antsiness pitted somewhere in his stomach. it's not just because it's his Lord, nor that it's in his personal room... really, it's just that it's Dohalim, but he can hardly admit that. at least he's not wringing his hands when he's let in, brushing a hand through his hair when the servant closes the door behind them.
it's... ah. seeing Dohalim there, he has to make sure he's not blushing or anything - the man just looks so... elegant, even like this. god, this was probably a terrible idea, wasn't it?]
Sorry to keep you waiting.
[he's dressed down out of his normal uniform too, shirt well-fitted but light. it's pretty rare that he gets to dress like this anyway, outside of actually sleeping. with as... little knowledge as he has of how his drinking limits are, it just seemed smarter. without letting himself question any further, he does step over to the couch to join his Lord, trying not to seem nervous.]