Status: previously filed (trcgheit)
Reim’s heart was beating frantically against his ribs. Vincent didn’t seem to have any intentions of letting go any time soon, no, he wasn’t even moving at all... was he..? No, actually he was giggling, which made Reim feel even more on edge.
Finally, finally he let go. Reim suppressed the urge to sigh in relief.
The change of subject painted a slightly puzzled expression on his face. “W-why, thank you, Master Nightray. I... I am doing my best to meet the organization’s requirements.” Still, Gilbert Nightray and idolising him? Reim had to have overlooked something. Also, this look was unsettling - surely this was not all there was to this sudden wave of praise for him.
As Vincent continued to speak, Reim subconsciously felt for his notebook, hidden away in a pocket of his uniform’s coat. Did this man have any control over himself at all? Did he even realise what he was saying and that it could be used against him, should anything similar to that ever happen? Reim cleared his throat, prepared to answer, but was cut off again by yet another ridiculously timed statement.
“...Tea?” Reim watched the blonde tinker with the china and adjusted his glasses, still perplexed by the entire situation. “I... Master Nightray, I should really be getting back to work, I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to simply take a break like that.” Actually he just wanted to leave this man as quickly as possible and bury himself so deep within the library that nobody would find him for the rest of the afternoon.