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Cysero failed to understand the words 'personal space', and it was beginning to drive Warlic insane.
It always started so innocently. Cysero would put his hand on Warlic's shoulder as he leaned in to see what the wizard was doing, and maybe their cheeks would brush against each other. It did bother Warlic a little, seeing as how afterwards he would spend several minutes thinking about how nice it would be to touch other parts of the weaponsmith.
Then it escalated. Cysero would stand too close to Warlic as they talked; blatantly staring at his lips. When handing Warlic a potion, their hands would touch and perhaps linger for a while. This annoyed Warlic; in made it difficult to concentrate when all he could think about was how nice it would be if Cysero leaned in a little and kissed him.
That's when the experiments happened. Occasionally, Warlic would see rouge pants running around, or a sock hoping around in the kitchen. After Warlic had seemingly gotten used to the wandering laundry, the shirts started appearing. They would show up in the weirdest places; the shower, Warlic's closet…in his bed, and start…molesting him.
This angered Warlic immensely, for now all he could think about was how it would be nice if the shirt sleeves wrapped around him were Cysero's arms instead. He'd really have to do something about it. Tomorrow…