I'll not leave my office, this I solemnly swear. [ —he promises, his brow arching at the background noise stemming from the call. Those surely are the voices of passerbys, aren't they...? Meaning that, of course, Juvia is well on her way, and Sion is ...touched, glad that his friend hasn't arrived just yet, for she'd certainly have something to say about the flush of color which darkens his cheeks. Juvia, she really-...
Is quite something, isn't she? ]
I look forward to seeing you shortly.
[ And shortly it is! By the time the Director has finished with the remnants of his papework and set a Leithian tea to steep (a black tea-blend with lavender, orange peel, blue cornflower, and vanilla for just a touch of sweet), procuring two porcelain cups with an ornamental overlay, there have already been precisely three knocks upon his door...!
And a score more, after that, during his walk to greet her. And upon the fifteenth knock, he opens the door, welcoming her with a carefree nod of his head (he is all right—nothing's happened, no accident with a tea kettle, or the long fall of his hair catching on any potentially life-threatening appliance!), and a smile. ]
I am still here, Juvia. [ See...? He's real! And really, he is well. The dark circles beneath his eyes aren't even at a worrisome level yet...! ] I would not leave without first saying goodbye.
[ Truly. Even if his gaze should drift somewhere far away for a moment, perhaps two, before he gestures for her to— ]
[ Juvia completely forgets the phone that's still in her hand, so when she sees Sion still alive and well, she drops it on the ground along with the food she had bought. She's clasped her hands together, looking both relieved and content to be there. ]
Thank you..
[ That's all she can really say, because all the fussing and running over here finally caught up to her. If she does notice his gaze shift, she certainly doesn't mention it. But the unease at the reminder that he's still leaving makes her a tiny bit upset. Enough to readily step over her things in thought before stopping mid-way into his office to go back and gingerly pick them up.
He is still here....for now, Juvia begrudgingly admits. And as much as she wants to be a big fat baby about it.... If this is the last time she'll see him in person, she can't let her own feelings ruin this moment they have right now. It wouldn't be fair to Sion! She re-adjusts her hat with renewed vigor, wanting to send him off on a good note. ]
Here! [ Since she's already stuffed her phone in her pocket, handing him the packaged snack is easy. ] Juvia stopped somewhere and got this for Sion. [ In a quiet panic, she wishes she thought of something more appropriate to go with tea, maybe thought all of this through a bit more, managing to look normal on the outside as she thinks this. ]
I will be okay with you leaving if this can be our lunch for today.
[ !! Oh. He'd gotten swept up and away while watching her, hadn't he? By now, he likely should have grown acclimated to Juvia's effusive bursts of motion, the way she reclaims her cellphone every bit as swiftly as she'd dropped it, leaving the Director mid-reach in his thwarted attempt to aid her, only to find...!
...a snack, thrust into his still-outstretched hand? Bread with cheese—Juvia stopped somewhere and got this for Sion—which is, altogether, a good choice: the Director is a man known to be habitually 'picky' with his favored foods, preferring fruits, breads, and cheeses to compose his meals.
Regarding the little package with something like a quiet reverence, Sion looks to Juvia with a smile, a shake of his head— ]
You spoil me, you know. You didn't need to bring me anything, and yet--...
[ Reaching out, his fingertips touch lightly to her shoulder, curling there in greeting: a fond, familiar squeeze. ]
I really should be the one thanking you, Juvia. [ And then, he gestures to the two chairs adjacent to his desk, separated by a small coffee table. ] Will you not sit with me?
[ Leading the way, Sion sees himself seated with his usual air of grace, calm where Juvia is--... flushed, still, from her hurry to see him, something which prompts the Director to turn Juvia's own question upon her: ]
...have you eaten breakfast, yet, yourself? [ He teases, then, lightly chiding: ] I'd not be able to forgive myself, if you neglected yourself because of me.
[ Juvia remembers many things about the people she talks to-- mostly it's information many people think are dumb, or something they say that she won't need, but it clearly has paid off now. She smiles silently, feeling warm. And there's no discernible reason for her to jump when he touches her so gently, but any type of physical contact always gets her nervous no matter how used to it she is.
She settles into it, finding herself comforted with the gesture. ]
Don't worry, please. It wasn't trouble at all. [ She puts her own hand atop his, squeezing his hand as a way to assure him that it really is fine. Even a tiny knuckle rub with her thumb-- ] And Juvia would love to.
[ She follows him, having calmed down from her journey over, and sits down the chair opposite to him. She doesn't expect the question he throws at her-- and she fumbles with words she just can't seem to get out until she collects herself. She looks away, avoiding the tiiiiniest bit of eye contact as she answers. ]
N....no...
Usually, Juvia just eats at the cafeteria when she gets there. [ Not quite a lie, but not quite the truth either. She actually forgot to grab something for herself, all considering she usually does it on the way to her shift. ] So it's fine. Having tea is much better, anyway.
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Is quite something, isn't she? ]
I look forward to seeing you shortly.
[ And shortly it is! By the time the Director has finished with the remnants of his papework and set a Leithian tea to steep (a black tea-blend with lavender, orange peel, blue cornflower, and vanilla for just a touch of sweet), procuring two porcelain cups with an ornamental overlay, there have already been precisely three knocks upon his door...!
And a score more, after that, during his walk to greet her. And upon the fifteenth knock, he opens the door, welcoming her with a carefree nod of his head (he is all right—nothing's happened, no accident with a tea kettle, or the long fall of his hair catching on any potentially life-threatening appliance!), and a smile. ]
I am still here, Juvia. [ See...? He's real! And really, he is well. The dark circles beneath his eyes aren't even at a worrisome level yet...! ] I would not leave without first saying goodbye.
[ Truly. Even if his gaze should drift somewhere far away for a moment, perhaps two, before he gestures for her to— ]
Please, come inside.
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Thank you..
[ That's all she can really say, because all the fussing and running over here finally caught up to her. If she does notice his gaze shift, she certainly doesn't mention it. But the unease at the reminder that he's still leaving makes her a tiny bit upset. Enough to readily step over her things in thought before stopping mid-way into his office to go back and gingerly pick them up.
He is still here....for now, Juvia begrudgingly admits. And as much as she wants to be a big fat baby about it.... If this is the last time she'll see him in person, she can't let her own feelings ruin this moment they have right now. It wouldn't be fair to Sion! She re-adjusts her hat with renewed vigor, wanting to send him off on a good note. ]
Here! [ Since she's already stuffed her phone in her pocket, handing him the packaged snack is easy. ] Juvia stopped somewhere and got this for Sion. [ In a quiet panic, she wishes she thought of something more appropriate to go with tea, maybe thought all of this through a bit more, managing to look normal on the outside as she thinks this. ]
I will be okay with you leaving if this can be our lunch for today.
gomen for my slow.....
...a snack, thrust into his still-outstretched hand? Bread with cheese—Juvia stopped somewhere and got this for Sion—which is, altogether, a good choice: the Director is a man known to be habitually 'picky' with his favored foods, preferring fruits, breads, and cheeses to compose his meals.
Regarding the little package with something like a quiet reverence, Sion looks to Juvia with a smile, a shake of his head— ]
You spoil me, you know. You didn't need to bring me anything, and yet--...
[ Reaching out, his fingertips touch lightly to her shoulder, curling there in greeting: a fond, familiar squeeze. ]
I really should be the one thanking you, Juvia. [ And then, he gestures to the two chairs adjacent to his desk, separated by a small coffee table. ] Will you not sit with me?
[ Leading the way, Sion sees himself seated with his usual air of grace, calm where Juvia is--... flushed, still, from her hurry to see him, something which prompts the Director to turn Juvia's own question upon her: ]
...have you eaten breakfast, yet, yourself? [ He teases, then, lightly chiding: ] I'd not be able to forgive myself, if you neglected yourself because of me.
it's ok.....dw friend
She settles into it, finding herself comforted with the gesture. ]
Don't worry, please. It wasn't trouble at all. [ She puts her own hand atop his, squeezing his hand as a way to assure him that it really is fine. Even a tiny knuckle rub with her thumb-- ] And Juvia would love to.
[ She follows him, having calmed down from her journey over, and sits down the chair opposite to him. She doesn't expect the question he throws at her-- and she fumbles with words she just can't seem to get out until she collects herself. She looks away, avoiding the tiiiiniest bit of eye contact as she answers. ]
N....no...
Usually, Juvia just eats at the cafeteria when she gets there. [ Not quite a lie, but not quite the truth either. She actually forgot to grab something for herself, all considering she usually does it on the way to her shift. ] So it's fine. Having tea is much better, anyway.