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okay. just give me like 20 minutes (to remember what an actual person looks like and not a fucking shut in.)

[ after thirty minutes or so, nazuna arrives at the usual tea shop, a cute place tucked in amongst the busier places in tisse: it's quiet and familiar and the owners know nazuna well enough that they bring him a cup of something pink and sweet smelling before he's even properly sat down.

when apollo arrives, nazuna doesn't look up right away: he's got his planner in front of him and is marking off dates, big blue headphones over his ears. he can probably squeeze in just a little work time before he gets here, right.... ]

(apollo gets his ass out of bed only at the last possible second, scrambling to throw himself into a normal person outfit, and not something he's just been wearing for days on end.

it's been a rough few weeks.

he makes it to the cafe just barely arriving on time, a friendly yet embarrassed smile to the people running the store. he's sort of know... for pulling near all nighters here. when he finally sees nazuna, apollo waves to him only to notice he's currently buried in work.

fucking excuse, that's apollo's thing.

he walks over, giving nazuna a friendly tap on the shoulder, and once the headphones come off:) I thought I was supposed to be the workaholic.

[ apollo's tap startles nazuna, and though he doesn't jump, he looks up at apollo with big round startled rabbit eyes. but, it quickly fades, and he smiles at him, reaching out to tug his pen collection that's fallen across the table closer to himself to make space. ]

Do you know how much stuff I have to catch up on? I have twenty something parent contacts to make, a week's worth of lessons to plan, staff meetings... I can't believe I slacked so much during the summer! [ because he was basically living a whole other life...which still feels wildly like a dream.

still, nazuna pats the spot next to him. ] Besides, Kurochin always says that's why you and I are such good friends. [ with air quotes and his absolute best kuro impression, trying to make his voice deeper and straightening to make himself look taller: ] "Because you and Apollo are married to your work, Nazuna."

[ he's been judged so many times. anyway, back to normal, with a grin: ] Sit, sit! Let's catch up.

(apollo takes a seat as nazuna directs, idly helping him tidy up a little as he details how hectic his life is.

and doesn't he relate. it took hours of explaining to his professors and bosses why he suddenly stopped showing up for class or work, acting like a completely normal person (ouch), before everyone eventually brushed it off as "out sick".) Do you think you can use "Retrospec fucked up my life again" for any social or work related problems? That's what I've been doing.

(and it has not been working at all, but he ain't about to say that.

he stifles a laugh at nazuna's impression of his not boyfriend, and he is about to be an absolute best friend.) You sound like a teenager pretending to be older than they actually are.

Oh, shuddup! [ nazuna gets embarrassed when apollo makes fun of him, and though he reaches to kick him in the shin underneath the table, it's mostly just a harmless tap of his converses. ]

You don't have to rub it in my face that you're older than me all the time. One of us is a little more mature, you know~ [ okay. apollo is totally mature also, probably but that's fine. nazuna's just teasing too, and he picks up his tea proper to actually take a sip. ] No one outside of us even knows what Retrospec is, anyway. Even if they take care of it or whatever, I don't like missing work, so I'm trying to make things as normal as I can.

[ i get you, nazu ]

(finally lightening up for once, apollo laughs softly to nazuna teasing back and "kicking" his shin. like a bunny kick.) I don't think being a workaholic is the same as being mature. It just means I have an early death wish.

(yeah, he's talkin about himself, fuckin fight his ass. he lets out a whine as his chin rests in his hand, and there goes the false sense of maturity he felt for 5 seconds.) I'm okay with working, too, but not immediately after just realizing I had the world's worst identity crisis.

(being happy messed him up good.)

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