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you should take a break. my tent's lonely.

The clock's ticking.

[It's a common sentiment he brings up often, shared between a lot of the mice. They can take a break when they're dead.]

you don't need to remind me

[ seriously. don't. he knows it's coming, he knows he'll lose his brother in a few years, and be alone, again. there's nothing to do about it, and he hates that too. ]

fine, coming to you.

[ and a few minutes later, he'll be popping into the strategizing tent, meandering up to Mikal to drop his chin on the other's shoulder. hi. ]

[He gives Andyr a wry smile, turning his head a little to look at him and gesturing to the map in front of them.]

We're almost done here, but it'd be good to have your opinion.

[Since Andyr's the muscle. Mikal points to the map and starts explaining the basic plan: it's a raid to get mice out first, and replace one of them with one of their clones, someone on the inside to get more information on the layout and defenses and inner workings of the place in anticipation of the full raid later on.]

[ tilting his head, andyr peers over at the map, not terribly interested in strategy at the moment, but always willing to help mikal with what he needs. skimming over the plan, the list of names for those going in, and the directions to be taken, Andyr nods a couple times. ]

Looks solid. If we can, it'd be good to grab one of the guards to bring back alive. [ straightening up, he turns back to mikal, with a small smirk on his lips. ] I'll have a chat with them. See how much they'd like to tell us about the security systems.

[ aka, he will torture it out of them. because he's good at that. ]

[Mikal smiles, a slow, predatory thing that tends to put the fear of God into even his closest advisers.]

I'll make sure it's done.

[He lifts an eyebrow, smirking.]

But only if I get to watch.

[ this is why you're his favorite, mikal. that smile, the open acceptance of the feeling behind it fueling. the lack of remorse for feeling that want to cruel, harsh vengeance. so few get it in the way andyr and mikal do. ]

Wouldn't dream of depriving you.

[ after flashing a smirk to him, andyr looks back to the plans laid out. ]

Otherwise, I think you're good.

[Mikal laughs, a short, cruel sound, then he nods and dismisses the others. Once they've filed out, said their goodnights, he looks back to Andyr, eyebrow raised.]

So. What was it you wanted?

[ as the others file out of the room, andyr paces around, looking over mikal's things and the various notes for strategy and planning, touching things here and there, because he's like a child in a fabric store. ]

Attention. What else do I ever want? [ he shoots a smirk to him, and it's not just that, really. that's just the easier, less emotionally costing thing to say. company. a friend. mikal. he's right, in that the clock is ticking, and andyr knows he won't have him forever. ]

[Mikal watches every tiny movement Andyr makes, understands, a little, what's going on, and he smiles, more softly, more kindly.]

You have my attention. What do you want to do with it?

[ for a moment, he thinks on it. he hadn't had anything terribly specific in mind, just wanted time to spend with him. missed his company. mikal's been so damn busy lately, and understandably so, for good reason.

pacing his way back over, andyr steps up into his space, arms slipping around his waist. ]

I wanna make you relax. [ he dips forward a bit, nudging mikal's nose with his own, grinning a little impishly. ] Any suggestions?

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[Mikal sighs in mock resignation as Andyr gets into his space, but he wraps his arms around Andyr in return and smiles at him gently.]

Gotten any better at massages or are you still terrible?

Little bit. Posie taught me the difference between 'rub' and 'stab'.

[ him and his boney murder fingers, you know how it is. clones like posie and mikal were made to know how to give incredible massages, but there's been no such programming done with andyr, or attempt at learning, outside of what some enforce. tugging at him, Andyr's pulling Mikal over to one of the sleep mats, and fussing at him to get him to lay down. let him do a thing, ok? let him try. ]

Mmm-hmm.

[He sounds thoroughly skeptical, but Mikal lets Andyr steer him to the mats and lies down with a sigh.]

Don't bitch if I start walking you through it.

Uh huh, yeah yeah, whatever.

[ andyr fusses at him, while helping mikal out of his jacket and the shirt under it before letting him lay on his stomach, sitting down at his side to run his hands over his bare back. ]

You're gonna do it whether I suck or not, so what else is new?

[He lets out a short laugh and gets comfortable, shivering a little at the first touches of Andyr's hands to his back.]

Look, there's just some things you do better with direction.

I can accept that.

[ Andyr chuckles, beginning to work at Mikal’s shoulders, thumbs working into the muscle there for a moment, though Andyr gets distracted with the want to touch him more, and now and again his hands stray to smooth down over the solid frame of his back, along his spine over to his sides and back up. ]

If you’re so much better, how come it’s always me trying to do this shit?

[Mikal hums, doesn't even complain or admonish Andyr for his wandering hands.]

Because I can't give myself a massage, now can I?

I dunno, I'm pretty flexible, did you not get that gene too?

[ nurr hurr hurr. his thumbs work at Mikal's lower back, trying to get at some knots of tension here and there. he's always so tense. ]

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