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YET ANOTHER PSL AU POST BECAUSE WE ARE MONSTERS.



LITERALLY.


Kinda the premise.

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[curriculum_fictae]

All right, all right. It's a gift for you, but we'll share. All right?

[secreteary]

Yeah, that's. Perfect. Like...like brothers should.

[curriculum_fictae]

Y - yes. Brothers.

[ His gaze drifts again to those papers. ]

[secreteary]

...You should show Jonah. It's for both of you, really.

[curriculum_fictae]

I - I will. Of course. I -

Thank you, Martin.

[secreteary]

My pleasure.

[it's said so casually, like acquiring forgeries is the easiest thing in the world.]

In an ideal world...what do you want to do? After finishing off Elias?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ God, what a thought that is. Algric rubs at his face. ]

Get married? Find a job I don't hate? Move out eventually, but - but not too far. Maybe a little garden.

[secreteary]

Yeah... Not too far. Tim'd be lonely and would hound you.

[curriculum_fictae]

Among other people, surely.

[secreteary]

I- Well. Y-yeah. Jon'd miss you.

[okay, fine]

And me.

[curriculum_fictae]

So I'll stay close.

[secreteary]

Yes. Well. Good.

[Martin rubs his arm, fidgeting and eyes darting around.]

Look, can I just-?

[he huffs, frustrated and embarrassed. finally:]

Oh...sod it.

[is he going to do it? yeah, he's going to do it. Algric's getting pulled in for a hug.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh -

Somehow he wasn't expecting that? But he clings back anyway. ]

Martin ...

[secreteary]

[how to explain...]

I still...hate myself. That hasn't changed. But it's pretty hard to hate you.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric laughs weakly at that. Not unkindly. ]

Yeah. Yeah, that - that seems about right.

[secreteary]

[Algric might hear a small, nearly unnoticeable sniff when Martin pulls back, eyes shining and smiling uncertainly.]

Why don't we, erm. L-let's get back to the others, yeah? Show Jonah the papers.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh, Martin. Algric's smile is a bit warmer. ]

Yes. Let's do that.