They work hard, bent over their work tables passing schematics to one another, calling out "that won't work, try this instead" or "no, no, see here, what I was trying to do is…" or "that's genius but you could probably do with fewer wires, don't you think?" They examine the flow of Wakfu in their machines, and when they finally get the damn thing to work they are nowhere near done, as they still have to compare their notes on the Eliatrope people, judge Chibi's prophetic dreams against Qilby's lived experience and try to discern the right path.
They play hard, bent over that same work table but context very different, heated kisses all over skin that quickly becomes uncovered. Their eyes burn with passion as they scramble against one another, as Qilby finds himself pushed up onto the desk and suddenly without pants, and Chibi is on him working him with both hands and Qilby can only clutch at his shoulders and growl dirty words. When Chibi finally slides into him after minutes of agonizing need Qilby throws his head back, grasps himself with one hand and Chibi's hair with the other, and loses himself to the passion running between them.
When they finish they collapse into a messy heap, bodies and minds exhausted, and can barely make it back to the bed they share before they sleep just as hard.