Loud whooping echoed through the cavernous corridors of the Citadel, causing Marius to look up from skimming through the conceptual plans scattered pellmell across the desk in the office. The door to the side of the room slid open, Xerxes bursting in ... and stopping dead. There was a light in those dark eyes; the elder was certainly excited about something and the print he held in his hands more than likely had something to do about it.

"Marius! I was unaware you were back." Xerxes straightened himself up a bit. Just a bit; he still had that twitch about him. It was almost contagious. "I certainly hope you haven't been waiting long."

Marius crossed his arms over his chest, leaned on the edge of the desk behind him. "I rolled in about ... a half hour ago, so nein. Not long." Red-ringed green eyes fell on the paper in his elder brother's grip. "Excited, are ve? Not often I see you, of all people, carting around legitimate paper..."

"Oh! Oh yes, this is wonderful!" The younger tensed reflexively as the elder made his move, sweeping his little brother into the embrace of one arm, holding the paper up so he could see it as well. "Marketing finally came up with a logo design I approve of."

Marius blinked, scanning the simple, yet sharp, red logo on black background. "...It looks like un arrow..."

Xerxes scoffed playfully a bit at the observation. "Of course it does! Arrows only go one way; they move forward! I have yet to see one go in reverse!" There was a pause here. "Unless you are using the bow completely wrong, in which case you are an abomination of physics."

"Und anatomy, apparently. Much better zan ze old logo, I agree."

Once more, the playing scoff as Xerxes let go of his brother and began to circle the desk. "Father thought too much in the past, trophy or not. His choice of logo only proves that much, as it wasn't his to begin with. This one, however." He waved the print again for emphasis. "This one proves upward of three things. We are innovative! We keep moving forward! And, above all, we maintain speed in our endeavors!"

"Speed ist gute."

"'Speed is good', yes! Empires are maintained not through how big they are, but how easy it is to get from Point A to Point B! You cannot keep a hold on a large empire if it takes you longer than three hours to get from one end to the other, now can you. At least, not in this day and age..." The print was settled in a drawer for safe-keeping, locked tight. "Now, if only we could decide on a proper slogan, I could get this place moving properly."

Marius' lips twitched upward in one corner, a seeping of red into his eyes before it fell back to its usual limits. "'Keep Moving Forvard' a bit too cliche for you?"

He received a momentary narrowing of eyes from his elder brother. "Far too cliche. Needs to pop more." Another pause as his brow furrowed in a mixture of thought and mild frustration. "And, naturally, needs to be less contradictory than 'Bringing you tomorrow's yesterday today'. What were they even thinking, if they thought that was actually passable!"

"You mean marketing actually has to t'ink?" There was the beginnings of a small smirk across the younger's face, that creeping red starting again into the green. "Be careful; zey might burn zemselves out before zey even begin."

"This is true. They aren't the brightest bunch, admittedly." Xerxes sighed. "I suppose I will cross that bridge when I come to it." Quirk of that mischievous smile started to pull at his lips. "At least we're halfway to making this place act at its full potential again."

A/N: Sorry it ends abruptly here in the intro; I figured I would use this particular bit to soften the blow of the next drabble. Figured that the intro would best better describe the dynamic between these two buttheads before we dive right in to beating the living snot out of them.

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