Saima has published little articles about historical obscurities under a pseudonym in the past. It’s a good way to put their knowledge to use in beneficial ways.
Juliaen can’t help but grin at their brazen usage of the winking face, and when a knock resonates at the door the Belgian is there in a flash, ready to welcome inside his guest. His grin is warm as odd coloured eyes settle on Saima, and their appearance does not go amiss. Juliaen does not openly comment on it, but the raising of his brow in appreciation should surely not go unnoticed by the ever observant Estonian.
“Saima! Come in, come in.”
As Juliaen takes in their appearance with an eyebrow raise, Saima gives an ever-growing grin. “Hey there, birthday boy.” They give a bit of a wink before stepping inside the home. “Hope you’ve been treating yourself well on the occasion.”
Idly taking off their shoes, they hand over a wrapped tin- inside of which are a special selection of rare treats they had made.”As you see, I got you a little something.”
[text] that’s cool – no need to have plans to have a good time. 😉
[text] See you soon.
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Sometime later, Saima is knocking at the door with a wrapped tin of treats in hand. They’re dressed in a cute black tunic with a belt at the waist to accentuate their build and nice low heel. Why not look nice even for a casually special day. They were just excited to spend some time with someone they care for.
Juliaen can’t help but give a light-hearted chuckle at their boldness. It had caught him off guard, certainly. “In that case, I’m glad my sofa is being put to good use. — If you ever divorce me, though, I’m still keeping it.” Teasing, of course, he allows himself to slump sideways just a little to slot in between them and the back of the sofa, lazing lightly against the Estonian’s figure with his head on their chest. Comfort. Perhaps a little too invasive to their personal space, but comfortable all the same. He attempts to suppress a yawn. “Next time you should throw me a text so you won’t be waiting so long, mm?”
“Fair enough. The warning is thoroughly appreciated.” As Saima feels Jules laze against them, they idly wrap an arm around him to keep him close. They clearly didn’t care nearly as much about personal space if it was with someone they were comfrotable with. And Jules was one of those rare lucky exceptions. “Sure, I’ll send you a text next time. Give you a little bit of a heads up or something.”
A little time to laze about was an understatement – so comfortable and content is he reclining with Saima he can already feel his eyelids become heavier. Still, he watches them with a hint of a pleased grin, not wishing to let on to his sleepy state. This is what he gets for leaving work until the literal last minute.
“How long had you been waiting here, by the way? Hope I didn’t keep you too long.”
Laying back on the couch, they let out a few hums for a moment before picking up on what Jules had asked about. “Oh no too long. I had only got here about an hour before you arrived home. It wasn’t that much of a wait, just kind of took a little nap and hung out while I waited. I promise you didn’t keep me too long.” They gave a little bit of a chuckle. “Although you know I’d wait whatever if it means I got to see you.” Gross, they thought to themselves and yet here they were admitting it.
Juliaen hadn’t intended them to completely abandon their reclining position – it’s why when he does take a seat he shuffles to be close, lifting their legs up to lounge over their lap, fingers mindlessly playing with the fabric which covers them.
“Close enough?” There’s a teasing element to his voice, sinking with a content sigh into the cushioned back of the sofa. It’d been a while since he’d had so little to do.
As Juliaen gets close, Saima can’t help but grin, they were more than a little weak for him. Easily, they slide back into their lounging state- this time with some beloved company.
“Ah yes, very good.“ They respond with a playfully delighted tone to their voice. “Always nice to have a little time to laze about, no?“
Surely they know by now that they are always welcome in his house. The sight fails to phase him, and Juliaen is sure that the sofa would look incomplete without a Saima lounging on it now. “Not at all, your Highness, I can clear the table just fine.”
His tone is teasing, even offering the other a smile, and once he’s back from disappearing with some dirty cups to the kitchen he’s back at the side of the sofa, gently swatting at their legs. “Let me sit.”
“Oh your majesty, how you flatter me so. But as you wish.” Despite being a welcome sight, Saima thought it was only best to at least offer. Even if the help is so teasingly refused.
Legs are now being swatted and they give a slight pout at the demand. But they do comply with it, slowly shifting their legs down. “Fine. But please get close to me if it suits you. I especially like it when you do.”
Oh no! It appears that a wild Estonian has made their way to your couch. How they’d get there, one only knows. It might have even been by invitation. How shocking.
In any case, they are lazily lounging – watching as you go about your actions. “Do you need any help with that?” Even at their most lethargic, they at least try to offer assistance.
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