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[whiteshroud]

Mikleo...

[Ah, he recognizes the signs of Mikleo panicking. Luckily, Sorey is jumping into handle it. Jun will give him a nod in response as he gets up]

Understood.

[He'll quickly head to the kitchen to do just that. MISSION]

[reenforces]

[Mikleo looks up from the floor to see bright green eyes, soft and warm like always, but also full of concern.]

Br-breathe?

[....... is he having a panic attack? Hell, he's having a panic attack, isn't he. Okay, he's not going to question it, he just... follows Sorey's directions, and tries not to think about being trapped.

He certainly doesn't feel great about what they've learned.]

Sorry. This is just—it's a lot. [He says this like Sorey isn't dealing with it too.] I know you'd never hurt me. Jun wouldn't either.

[notevensorey]

[He gives a nod to that question. However, there's no judgment. Sorey's concerned, but he's coming at this with compassion and understanding. This is a lot for Mikleo, and it taps into an awful fear for him.]

No, but it's still scary, isn't it?

[Sorey keeps leading him through breathing, but....]

Neither of us would let someone hurt you like that. You have equal power with us, always. You're not trapped, you're just here in our apartment. Describe what you see in the room for me?

[He tries for a small smile to lighten the mood with:] Other than my little, uh, collection.

[It's a hoard, Sorey. With feathers and books.]

[reenforces]

[Mikleo's eyes don't leave Sorey's.]

Y-yeah. A bit.

[He's gotten scared before but this is a whole other level. Thinking about the enormity of it, of his whole race being enslaved is... awful. So he tries not to think about it. Only little pieces, like how to breathe right now.]

I see... [boy does he feel awkward now] ... a very cute man who I trust with my life. [MIKLEO STOP FLIRTING AND DO THE ASSIGNMENT.] And... a bed, and a shelf full of books.

[notevensorey]

[Well, the flirt does get him a chuckle from Sorey.]

And what kind of books does the beautiful man before me see?

[And this is the other reason why Jun got sent to brew some tea!!! Apparently!]

Focus on the book titles, if you can.

[reenforces]

[Mikleo squints a little. Then he realizes what he's looking at and... snorts.]

"Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night"... "All Hands On Deck"... "Winds of Whimsy"... "Passion and Petticoats"... Do you need me to continue, or should I pick out a few more questionable titles?

[notevensorey]

[The fact that Mikleo is judging his taste in books based on their titles means that he's probably fine, now. He grins at him.]

If you feel like you can breathe again, then you can stop there. Any questionable titles will get heard by our dear, sweet, innocent dove, after all.

[whiteshroud]

You say that like I haven't already browsed through your collection before.

[Says the dear, sweet, innocent dove who is now standing in the doorway with a tray carrying their tea. He'll set the tray on the desk, offering a cup of tea to Mikleo. ]

"Passion and Petticoats" is quite the page turner if you can get past the historical inaccuracies.

[reenforces]

Ah, yes, of course.

[Mikleo barely stifles a laugh, which is a lot better than almost crying. He takes the tea with a soft word of thanks.]

I know I couldn't. [Yes, he read a few of Sorey's books, too.] If you're going to feature a real royal in your book, don't set it five years after they were executed. Seems obvious to me.