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Video: Achtom 6th - Early Morning

[Cor was not intending, initially, to do this as a video. Such requests would certainly go better if someone has a face to go with the voice, can see the type of person they'd be working with. He's as stern as ever, even if there are subtle indicators that he's been exerting himself recently. The ever-present jacket discarded for once, sweat clinging to his face, breathing slightly elevated.]

I know I am not alone in being unused to such... quiet. I suspect many of you are from worlds where such unquestionable peace is not the norm. I am a soldier, as I have ever been, and there is familiarity in the discipline of body and mind.

[A noise off screen, an animal perhaps? Something dying? A lazy king snoring? The deepening scowl on Cor's face makes it apparent that whatever it is Cor isn't happy about it.]

If anyone would like to join me in the mornings for training routines perhaps we can teach one another of the fighting styles of different worlds.

[Again a noise, this time more like a chainsaw or motor boat than an animal and Cor takes a moment to wipe sweat from his brow, heave a sigh and his expression turns a touch apologetic.]

Also if anyone has access to a chess board or mahjong table they'd be willing to share I would greatly appreciate it.

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[Immediately after making the request he makes his way into the kitchen, brewing enough coffee to both himself and Ignis up and functioning for the day. Then he goes abut making breakfast, the eggs are more orange than yellow, the toast more blue than white but it's edible and what's more it's not out of a can. While he's making preparations he answers any immediate responses.

One plate is left on the counter with a cover and thermos of coffee for Ignis while Cor takes the rest into Regis' room, hoping against hope that the smell of fresh coffee and eggs will rouse him.]

Majesty, it's well past time to get out of bed.

[At first the only response that Cor gets is a soft grumble. Even the smell of coffee only does so much in the face of a sleeping Lucis Caelum. It works about as well as trying to wake up a cat by calling their name. Fortunately for Cor, this particular 'cat' is also a hungry cat, so between the smell of coffee and food, some small progress is made in the form of Regis peeking out from under the blankets with wary eyes.]

If this is a trick, I am got to freeze your feet to the floor and tickle you mercilessly until you apologize.

Assuming I'm ticklish.

[You know better, Regis. But he does come closer, setting the plates aside on the night stand, two mugs of coffee in hand. One black, one doctored to the point of hardly being coffee anymore.]

Scoot over.

[Take that suggestion or he's going to sit on you Regis.]

[Regis huffs under his breath, but does as he is asked, even tossing the blankets back so Cor can crawl in under them if he wants.]

I'm going to find a place someday. Mark my words.

[In the meantime, what do you have over there and how many non-breakfasty colors does it come in?]

Never.

[But he settles in next to Regis, toeing off his boots and taking the offer of sliding under the covers. The sweetened monstrosity of a coffee is set down first, though, in favor of shoving a piece of toast at Regis.]

Nothing fancier than eggs and toast, I'm afraid. You'll have to wait a bit before we can manage much more.

[Wait...but no. Cor, you're suppose to give him the sweet stuff first! It's his reward for waking up!

Regis huffs again softly, but takes the toast and looks it over.]

Well, it's not lime green at least.

[He takes a bite and then wiggles closer to Cor so that they are pressed right against each other. Look you made him crawl out of his nice warm nest, now you get to replace the lost heat.]

[He's saving you from the damage this subpar coffee will do to your insides, especially if it's drank on an empty stomach. Cor simply rolls his eyes at his King's dramatic response and settles in against the headboard, content to let Regis cuddle against him if that's what he wants. It's been so very long since there's even been time for this sort of casual affection, that he's still unused to it but from his King he can hardly deny it.]

It seems to be calibrating itself back to somewhat normal. [A shrug as he turns to shovel some eggs onto his own toast, bringing the plate back with him to prevent crumbs getting all over as he shoves a large bite into his mouth.]

I will be grateful when if finds normal. Green orange juice might make a perfectly acceptable potion, but I haven't felt comfortable trying to make anything stronger.

[Regis is pleased Cor accepts the cuddling, taking another bite of toast when it becomes obvious that his friend isn't going to push him away. Why, he even drops his free arm around Cor's shoulders, though this hand doesn't settle there. Instead, he reaches carefully and slowly for the cup of coffee on the end table.]

[Cor is not fool enough to start that argument. Choosing one's battles is a necessity, especially when dealing with Lucis Caelums. He is upright and awake that is good enough. Besides... he... well he is willing to accept whatever small bits of affection he can get from his King after the strain of these last years without him.]

You're not subtle.

[As though he doesn't know exactly what you're doing, you fiend.]

Yet another improvement to see about making. Not that I suspect there will be much need for potions if things remain as they are.

Of course not. Dramatics are in my blood.

[Regis grins and then snaps his fingers, banishing the cup of coffee to the Armiger so he can access it whenever he wants it. He the lets his hand fall over Cor's shoulder.

At least he finishes his toast before summoning it back out?]

Unfortunately, there are always accidents and I don't trust these random 'weather disturbances' to always damage places that are uninhabited. It might have been easy for the robots to handle; they aren't damaged as easy as we humans are, but now that there are more humans around, eventually someone is going to be hurt.

You have a point...

[Even if he doesn't like the idea of Regis wearing himself out for the sake of so many. Not that Cor's concerns have ever stopped him before.

He's a little surprised when Regis leaves his arm around his shoulders, expression going soft and appreciative for a moment, leaning into the arm around him just a little.]

Very well... we'll see what we can do about getting the blasted thing recalibrated.

If it makes you feel better about it, Ignis will likely also be extremely pleased with any updates.

[Regis leans into Cor, closing his eyes and humming appreciatively as he sips his coffee. He may miss the softening of Cor's expression because of that, but his friend isn't pushing him away, so he's going to enjoy the closeness while it lasts.]

That way, you aren't just enabling me and my inability to leave things well enough alone.

I actually wanted to see about upgrading it to respond to vocal commands and read out menu items so that Ignis would be better able to make use of it...

[The Ignis in his time is better equipped than this one to deal with a variety of things but there was nothing that could be done to improve the touch screen options. ]

Perhaps we can see about some better options as well.

Ah, there is my Cor! At it again to make things easier for everyone.

[Regis chuckles and then leans over to press a friendly kiss to the man's cheek.]

Your king has now rewarded you for your efforts, since I know asking you to take a day off is as useless a request as asking me to take one off is.

[He's in the middle of rolling his eyes at Regis' exclamation when that kiss comes. A breath heavy with fond exasperation catches in his chest, steel blue eyes going wide for a brief moment, color rushing up his neck and over his cheeks.

He manages to stammer out one syllable before he has to clear his throat and try again.]

I- It seems to be the overwhelming consensus here that I should take some time "off duty" so to speak.

[Regis takes a moment to admire the effects of having caught his friend off guard and then grins up at him.]

I do believe the consensus to be right, however I am certain you do not.

Helpful as ever.

[The scowl would be more convincing if he weren't still blushing.]

And what am I to do with myself while I am relaxing? Other than wondering at what I could be accomplishing if I weren't wasting time.

Have you still not picked up any hobbies?

[The question would be a joke in another tone, but right now it is a completely serious. Regis vanishes his coffee back into the Armiger so he can take Cor's nearest hand into his own.]

Training is one way to keep hands busy, but that training is for a destructive act. You should find something to do with your hands that creates as well. It will help keep you in balance.

[He's honestly a little surprised at how serious Regis becomes. Hobbies are for people that are not at war, not in charge of armies, responsible for the survival of not just a nation but humanity itself.]

I'm afraid once you appointed me as Marshal I had even less time to attempt to find myself something else to do and you, thankfully, finally seemed to have given up.

[Regis can't help bur frown deeply at that.]

I need to have words with my future self.

[Cor is absolutely deserving of the position; he already does the work and then some, but that is no reason to give up on making the man relax once and a while.]

What for?

[Would... would he really be so adamantly against appointing Cor as his Marshal now? Of course his first thought is that Regis thinks him undeserving of the position and the very idea of it makes him sit up straighter, draw away slightly. His stomach sinking and he immediately dismisses his plate to the armiger. He's very distinctly not hungry anymore.]

[Regis turns a confused look on Cor as that strong reaction sinks in.]

What in the name of the Astrals do you think I mean? Obviously as tense as you are, I should never have given up on making sure you took up a hobby! Why, I have half a mind to make you lay down so I can give you a massage to see if there is any saving the muscles in your back.

[The rush of relief that comes with that outburst is so powerful he very nearly laughs. He sighs heavily, slumping forward, shaking his head at himself.]

My back is fine, Regis.

[A blatant lie but he's truly convinced everything is fine just as it is.]

The muscles in your back are so tense a person could build a grand cathedral on them and you wouldn't even notice.

[That is most decidedly not fine.]

And you didn't answer my question.

I'm fairly certain I would notice being used as a building foundation.

[He is not amused.

He is also drinking some of that delightful black coffee instead of acknowledging that there ever was a question.]

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