#cuatrore

[ardenssolis]

@cuatrore​ said (inbox):

Whether or not Ozymandias knows, they have been there outside his window. Watching and waiting, scouring out the grand expanse of the luxurious home their boss keeps. Ulquiorra pays no mind to it, only cares about how much effort it takes to fly going from window to window to find Ozymandias preparing for sleep. And only then do they give the window a little peck of bat wings to announce their presence.

     IT WAS ODD FINDING out that your "right-hand man" was basically a vampire. No doubt many a joke had passed the lips of others that Ulquiorra was very similar to one, but for it to actually be true... Most people would have laughed and thought the whole thing one large prank or that their coworker was delusional and in need of some further help to alleviate such...bizarre thoughts; however, he wasn't so closed off to the thought of anything supernatural that he would brush such aside with a casual wave of his hand. This was more or less due to his upbringing than anything else, yet even still...it was a bit hard to brush this all aside when the evidence was clearly right there. Hell, said evidence was even thumping on his window at this very moment waiting to be allowed inside. Nightshirt partially buttoned near the top, he made his way over to his window, opening it and meeting a certain tiny visitor's gaze.

     ❝Right on time as usual. You are forever punctual even at this particular hour of the night. Then again...this might as well be your day, right?❞ He was curious as to how the other got any sleep when he was out and about during the day carrying out duties at the company. Actually, a question that had been in Ozymandias' thoughts was -- how did they manage to walk around in daylight at all? Magic? A special kind of vampire lotion? He almost scoffed at the latter. ❝Come in, come in, Ulquiorra. It would be a bit hard to explain why I am standing here talking to a bat if anyone were to catch a glance.❞

[infinitxes]

@cuatrore said:

“Are you waiting for someone to rescue you? Too bad no one knows where you are.”

"Y'know.... Come to think of it, I don't really know where we are either!"

Contrary to Ulquiorra's grim statement, Satoru was unbothered if the casual motion of sifting sand through his fingers was anything to go by. He took in the pale desert of Hueco Mundo with a single sweep of his gaze, then tipped his head askew to appreciate the dark void of the sky and the eerie, pale moon.

"This isn't some sort of domain, is it? Whatever. It seems pretty lonely in here! Did you bring me in to keep you company?"

[ardenssolis]

@cuatrore​ said (inbox):

"Oh." It is a minor mistake that he hadn't noticed, but even if minor to some, it is frustrating for others. On the side of Ozymandias' drink order is their name except spelled very... very incorrectly. At least the drink order is fine based on the sticker, but the error of mistaking one's name ー Ulquiorra attempts to fix it with a marker. Except he runs out of room and settles for drawing a cat instead, one with whiskers and ear tufts.

"There was a delay at the coffee shop," he mentions, placing the newly decorated cup in front of his boss. "The barista had forgotten how to spell, so I had to correct their mistake. Do not mind the cat. It will not happen again."

     AS RAMSES HAD SAT in his office patiently awaiting his delicious cup of coffee, all he could think about was how Ulquiorra was probably out there, so serious even in regards to such a simple errand. From day one that man had amused Ramses to no end with how strict they were in comparison to many within the company, himself included. Leaning back against his seat, he closed his laptop and took a deep breath. Huh...Ulquiorra was taking longer than usual. Had something happened? No, no, the cafe was probably busier than usual today for one reason or another. That Pumpkin Spice latte had come out recently, so maybe that was why he was forced to sit here, coffeeless. It was then that Ulquiorra entered his office, expression as difficult to read as ever. ❝I had almost thought that you had gotten lost with how long you took," he teased, his tone devoid of any displeasure as he held his hand out to accept that Styrofoam cup.

     ❝I figured as much. That shop has been popular, though never to this extent. Mmm...but I am glad that they are getting more business. It is well deserved for their hardwork.❞ Turning his cup, he paused for a moment, staring at the drawing of a cat that was left for him. There was hardly a need to correct something like a misspelled name on his order, especially since all he really cared about was the coffee. That aside, none of that mattered. Cute, he thought as he stared at that doodle. Not because it was a cat (even if that made it cute by default), but merely due to the fact that Ulquiorra had done this to begin with. ❝Ahahaha, you are too serious.❞ He placed his cup down upon his desk, attention shifting back towards the other. ❝You should leave things like this for me more often. Perhaps I will frame it.❞ A jest...possibly.

[zangyo]

@cuatrore said (inbox):

With wings spread, he perches outside of Nanami's window and STARES.

     ❝...❞ Nanami had become so used to...peculiarities...in his life that seeing this sight outside his window was actually normal at this point. Even still, he found himself just pausing, nothing said, no reaction -- merely meeting that intense and unreadable stare with his own. Eventually, though, he approached the widow, reached out for the curtains, and just as slowly pulled them shut. There we go. That solved that issue. Was that a curse? He didn’t know. Such didn’t feel like one, yet it also felt...different. Whatever. He was going to sit, drink his tea, and enjoy the rest of his evening in relative peace today.

[ardenssolis]

@cuatrore said (inbox):

"There is a decline in the company stock price." It is stated in a matter of fact fashion, pointing at a chart with competitor stock prices and the slow decrease in the value of theirs. "I have nothing that would make me decline working late tonight if necessary. If this is overlooked for too long, investors may want to sell their stock, and in such a scenario, wouldn't that inevitably have a bad impression?" Working late, overtime, finding time to be on call when needed; his loyalty is reflected more so a faithful follower than an assistant. "Do you need me, Ramses?" His posture is straight as he adjusts the stack of papers, sliding over his findings to them. "It makes no difference if you are or not. I've already decided on how to fix the issue."

      RAMSES SIGHED A BIT as he leaned forward in his seat, arms resting comfortably upon the cool, smooth surface of a perfectly polished desk. The stock market had been doing poorly as of late, and so it was a given that he too would eventually come to suffer as prices began to lower with each passing moment. He just hoped that his company would be spared the blunt of it. At last this was steady. This meant things could be fixed to prevent any investors from growing anxious and pulling away. ❝You know I always need you, Ulquiorra. You have been one of the singlemost greatest things about this company since I have taken over.❞ Truly, he doubted he would be where he was now without the other's constant vigilance and organization. He could ask for no greater ally in his quest to continue on where his father left off, and his father's father. Too much time, sweat, and tears had been poured into this company and it would not fall into obscurity while Ramses sat in this seat.

     He refused to let it.

     ❝However,❞ he continued, gaze shifting from that chart to Ulquiorra, ❝I can have another look into this and pinpoint where the issue is and even have someone in mind. So, go and rest. You are constantly working -- so much so that the amount of leave you have accumulated could be handed out to everyone in this company and you would still have a great deal of it.❞ An exaggeration, yet even still! This man needed rest! Ramses would even pay Ulquiorra just to go on a vacation. Hell, he'd pay for the entire trip, hotel, and more just so they would at least try to 'live a little'.