Ciel and Alois received good news. They had been alerted that their desk was finished, and arranged to go pick it up. It took some maneuvering, and renting of a moving truck, but they somehow managed to haul the large piece of funiture in several pieces to the estate, where it was fully assembled by the artisans who they commissioned on site. The Phantomhives were impressed with both the work and the helpfullness of its creators, encouraging them to pay a lot more than previously negotiated.
The workmen were shocked, but the demons knew that the amount that they gave them was much more fair. Not only did the artists go above and beyond to make sure the desk got home safely, it was a beautiful piece that could not be found anywhere or replicated by anyone else in the world. The wooden desk was the length of two desks in the front that wrapped around slightly to maximize the amount of room the demons had to work on, and minimize the space it took up. There was another, smaller desk in between the stations, dividing the duo's workspace. It was on that desk that they put items that were necessary to share, like the printer and telephone. The rest was organized rather predictably by each man due to their respective tastes in aesthetics. Ciel was on the left, and Alois was on the right. Either way, they were both unified by the large Phantomhive crest carved in the center of the desk on the front. The detail was gorgeous, and Alois couldn't stop tracing his fingers along the carvings for a while after it was installed.
Needless to say, they enjoyed the arrangement immensely. The pair liked the idea of being on the same level, and they both appreciated being able to sit next to each other while working. Alois also liked having an actual space to sit.
"Feels like we're in school again." the blonde giggled while plopping down in his new seat. He rubbed his hands against the surface of his new desk as his husband took the seat next to him to test it out. "If it gets too quiet while working, I might feel compelled to pass notes."
"You already do leave me notes." said the other, leaning down to pick up the things that go in his desk and putting them back where they belong. All of their things were still strewn out, as they had to take everything out before they could move everything around. Now it was time to put things back.
"Yeah, but not all the time. Usually, it's just when I need to tell you something, but I'm running late for school." replied the menace while watching his partner. "This would be like, all the time."
"Oh yeah?" Ciel mused with a smile. "What sort of things would you say?"
"'I know someone who likes you' and stuff like that, probably." Alois grinned. "'Do you like me? Check yes, no, or maybe'."
"Maybe." the bluenette teased, prompting his spouse to stand up and lean over the divider to smack his shoulder.
"So fucking rude!" scolded the blonde, but Ciel laughed.
"I don't 'like' you. I love you." the Watchdog replied, standing up as well. "That's why I married you. I personally like this a lot better than a school crush, if I'm honest."
"Me too." giggled the menace, smiling as his spouse pecked his lips. The Watchdog then turned around, however, and bent over to pick up more of his belongings for organization.
The action caused Alois to smile, and after a few moments of conspicuously eying the bluenette's rear while the other man wasn't looking, that smile turned into a smirk. He reached out and gave his husband's backside a squeeze before quickly shuffling to sit down and pretend he had nothing to do with it before his husband stood up and looked behind him. Unfortunately, the blonde couldn't conceal his grin or stifle his snicker. Not only that, the clattering of his chair was incredibly loud in his haste. Still, Ciel took it in good humour and rolled his eyes with a smile, shaking his head lightly at his spouse's silly antics.
"I'm going to tell on you..." jokingly said the Watchdog without even looking at the blonde. His hands were now focused on opening drawers and sticking items and documents inside, and his eye observant of this as well.
"Oh yeah? What did I do?" the menace innocently questioned, grinning from ear to ear. "I didn't do anything, and if I did, you can't prove it, so there." He waited until his husband briefly looked back at him to stick out his tongue.
"You're such an idiot..."
"You called me a mean name! Now I'm telling on you!"
"Children don't get to sit in the boss' chair, nor do they get to have a spouse."
"Fine..." Alois answered in a whiny tone. "I'll behave..."
"Good. If you're going to sit here, you can't be pestering me all of the time. Sometimes, but not all the time."
"What about banter?"
"Banter is good."
"But this is banter?"
"You're banter." the Watchdog immaturely retorted, matching his husband's prior tone.
"That doesn't even make sense!" Alois complained.
"You don't make sense." Ciel replied, causing the other to stop and think.
"Touche, Mister Phantomhive… Touche..." the menace answered, narrowing his eyes and waving a finger at the other demon.
His spouse had finished putting his things away, and now both of them were completely set up at their new station. The pair got up and walked over to the middle of the room to look at it in it's completion, feeling somewhat proud of the development. Crossing his arms, the blonde admired his new spot with a smile.
"That right there is a pretty desk." he said with a satisfied nod. "How do you think Chief Sybil is enjoying her new one?"
"She's probably nervous, knowing her." the other man replied. "It's a nice desk, too. I've had it for about sixty years, but it's still pretty pristine. It might be a little intimidating for someone as humble as her to get used to, at first."
At his answer, his partner laughed. "You're so serious..." the blonde stated, amused by the fact that the other had answered him with that amount of thought. The question was meant to be rhetorical, but Alois didn't mind. "It doesn't stop being cute."
"Oh yeah?" inquired the Watchdog with a raised brow.
"Yeah." Alois nodded. "You're fun, in a dorky, dry humour sort of way. I'm glad we share a desk."
"Me too." Ciel answered. Without missing a beat, pat the blonde's rear while giving him a squeeze. An incredibly smug smile graced his face at the small squeak his spouse made in surprise at the action.
"Jerk." the blonde accused with a pout.
"What did I do?" innocently questioned the Watchdog with a wide grin. "I didn't do anything, and if I did, you can't prove it. So there."
A/N: lol I have no idea what I'm doing.
Kinda filler, but hey, it's something. All of the ideas I have are far off!
Except one... It's not really important to the story, but it should be fun... Maybe in the next chapter?
Who knows...
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
CHARACTER SHET
Question: "Ciel and Alois, have you ever thought about the future? Like in 40 or 50 years. Will you go back to middle school like Ciel did before, just for the 'luls'?" by Guest
Ciel: "A bit, but for now, I want to enjoy the calmness of the way things are for a few years. I don't intend on going back to school, though. I've come to like being an adult. I'm not sure why I was so concerned about growing up. It has it's perks."
Alois: "I've thought about the future quite a lot, but I don't really wanna do much more schooling. For a while, I thought I wanted a doctorate like Ciel, but it's not really fun, going to school without him, so I'm having second thoughts. Maybe a masters degree? I dunno... We'll see..."
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Question: "...for Alois: Do you still have that stuffed platypus from a long time ago?" by Melajay
Alois: "Yeah, It's safe on the top shelf of the wardrobe for now. I don't really need him anymore, but I can't bear to let go of him! He's the first valentine's gift Ciel gave me, so it's sort of sentimental, I guess?"
