"You owe me for cereal, Ms. Zanotto," He dryly intoned as he watched the redhead work on eating most of his cereal, she rolling her eyes somewhat back at him without missing a beat. Lili having the decorum to swallow her food before answering him, "Add it to my tab,"

"Of course," He sipped at his coffee as he leaned against the counter behind him. "So, this will bring your charge up to 66.66 cents,"

Lili quietly snorted into her drink, it hardly dignified as she wiped her face and laughed somewhat. "So I'm the devil now?"

"Yes, now finish your breakfast, Satan. You're going to be late for school,"

"It's Beelzebub to you, buddy." She said between bites, hurrying a little more as she finished up what she was eating to rise from her seat. She pouring what milk she didn't drink into the sink. "And I hurried, lets go,"

"Good, you can't miss your education, Beelzebub," He walked over towards his key rack, plucking his car keys from it and heading towards the door. Lili a few steps behind as she plucked her backpack from the floor.

"If your father doesn't call or text you, call me and I'll bring you back here again," Sasha offered back as he lead the way out of the building. The crisp morning air making him feel slightly more invigorated as they walked towards his car. "So far I haven't gotten any word for him about the mission,"

"Yeah, can do," She hiked her bag a little more up her back, casting the straps an annoyed glance as she kept up with the German man. The pre-teen almost glad to take the bag off and chuck it into Sasha's car. "We've done this so many times before its kind of routine by now, Sasha,"

"I know, It is still worth saying," He settled into the drivers seat, he revving up the engine as Lili settled into the passengers seat. She resting her feet onto of her beaten up backpack. The drive towards Lili's school was supplemented with ideal chitchat and the low melody of jazz from the German man's radio.

Sasha offered the redheaded girl a friendly wave as she walked up the sidewalk towards her school. He waiting a moment to ensure she was actually inside, some paranoia was hard to shake off. Even if it made him a little late, he wanted to make sure she was safe.

It didn't take long for him to pull up into the Psychonauts HQ parking lot. He plucking his ID card from his pocket as he slide out of his car, walking towards the entry way of the building. It took a quick swipe before he was inside the building. He checking his phone when he heard a chime, he taking the phone out of his pocket to see Truman's name glowing back at him. A simple text message declaring he was back in town.

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He rested his chin in his hands as he watched Truman walk through the cafeteria. The German glad enough the plump man was back from his mission, it surprisingly short lived. The lead had withered and died as quickly as it come to fruition. It was a frustrating fact considering it had been on the few leads they had on the biggest case eating up the entirety of the field agent's case loads.

Sasha wasn't sure if he should be annoyed by this fact or relieved. It meant he had less to do, though it meant those children weren't about to get any closure. Most of the children were scattered through the system by this point, uncontrollable psychics placed into mental wards, those who could control themselves simply into the appropriate homes. It was still a mess of figuring out who went where, Sasha kept his fingers in the various pies to see if most of them would at least be all right.

Far as he could see now, things were going to remain complicated and continue getting worse if they kept on this case.

The German man offered Truman a brief wave as the man walked by, the plump man returning the favor with a friendly wave of his own.

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He stared at the report, hesitating for a moment before stamping it. "It's hard to believe this case is closed,"

"Closed with air quotes all over the place," Raz commented dryly back as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair as he stuck his tongue out. "You guys never found who was funding it, it isn't even remotely closed!"

"Even so, our sources have dried up, there is little we can do about it," The German man simply offered back as he let the case file close. "If anything comes up, we'll add it to this."

Naturally the pre-teen was getting up in arms over the whole thing. He was a teenager first and foremost, an agent second. Even if he tried to act like he wasn't, Sasha knew Razputin by this point. "This is like, a big deal, I can't believe we're just- letting it go!" It was why Sasha only gave Raz vague details about this case. The boy did deserve some knowledge for being well behaved the past few months.

"We're not letting it go, Razputin. We're letting it rest for the moment. When we find more information we'll bring the case back to top priority,"

"Rgh," Raz let his head lull further back as he dug his fingers into his magenta colored hair. "This suuucks,"

"Indeed," He gently placed the file into his outbox as he picked up his mug, taking a slow sip from it. The familiar warmth of his overly sugared coffee a comfort as Raz nearly fell out of his chair due to leaning too far back.

"Didn't I warn you about that?"

Raz pouted openly back at that as he managed to catch his balance again. "Yeah, yeah…"

Sasha sipped at his coffee again, a psychic hand appearing and fully righting the chair whether the pre-teen liked it or not. "I'd rather you not injure yourself in my office, I do like you being in one piece, Razputin,"

The pre-teen stuck to sulking over the slight chiding for a moment, only distracted from it when he glanced up at the clock. "Damn!" He jumping up from his seat to grab his mail cart from where he parked it in the corner, "My break is way over! I'll see you later, Sasha!"

"Language, Razputin!" Was called out at the pre-teen as he fled the office, his cart's squeaky wheels hard to miss. Sasha dropping his gaze back to his desk, reaching out to his inbox, plucking up another file and skimming through it.

"You think he'd keep track of time a little better," Che commented dryly back as he walked into the office, he bringing a peace offering of a pastry. Sasha had no qualms with this as he accepted the pastry with a quick smile. "He's still learning, Che. It is going to take awhile before he learns to keep track of his time,"

"Not that you can really talk," The blue skinned man offered back with an amused sound, flopping into the now empty seat in front of Sasha's desk. "You and Milla seem to forget about time pretty often."

Sasha coughed lightly into his hand, averting his eyes awkwardly as he tried to come up with some excuse that didn't fuel Che's teasing. "We simply get very involved in conversations,"

Che snickered at that, not hiding his smirk as he crossed his arms behind his head. "Oh yeah, I bet some real tongue wagging goes on,"

"It is merely talking, not- 'tongue wagging' as you so crudely put it,"

"Don't tell me your one of those 'wait till marriage' types, Sasha?"

The green skinned man set the mug down on his desk as he sighed. "I am not, I am merely not one to, kiss and tell,"

Sasha's words made Che jerk forward in his seat, dramatically pointing back at the German man. "Aha! So kissing does happen!"

"We MERELY talk,"

"Come on, Sasha! There isn't any shame in being in love. Everyone's been through this! You're in the puppy stage, so you two are all over each other," The hispanic man paused for a moment contemplating something as he continued, "Then again, you two were always all over each other. Everyone at the office was just waiting for you two to get together,"

The german man squinted back at his friend, some part of him knew that was true, but it didn't make it any less surreal to think about. "You cannot be serious,"

"Completely and you know it," He waved a hand through the air half dismissive, "Seriously, everyone was just rooting for you two to get your heads together and realize you're crazy for each other,"

Sasha wondered if someone spiked his coffee, he eyeing it for a moment before he spoke. "We're a government agency, not a high school. Why are they so focused on someones love life?"

"Because what else are we supposed to do? Not everyone is a field agent," Che leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk in front of him much to Sasha's irritation. "A little gossip doesn't hurt, especially when its about something supremely obvious like you two,"

"This is ridiculous and assaine,"

Che offered his most charming smile as his chin found a place in his open palms, just fluttering his eye lashes playfully back at Sasha. He just leaning more forward now that he was all up in Sasha's personal space. "You say this now, but you didn't see the betting pool lose their minds over just when you'd get together,"

"…Betting pool?" Sasha could only wonder what was wrong with the world if a betting pool had been made off of him and Milla. His mood certainly wasn't helped by Che falling back, laughing openly at Sasha's reaction. The German man just lobbed an annoyed look in Che's direction as he picked up the pastry and took a bite from it. "You're a terrible man, Che Morales,"

"You act like I put it together, I am hardly the only one who participated in the betting pool,"

"You may have not put it together, but you certainly had your hand in it,"

Che waved his hand again, dismissing the blame entirely. "You still need to tell me something you know,"

"Tell you something?"

He pointed his index finger back at Sasha half accusingly. "Ooh, you know, Sasha. You promised you'd tell me,"

"…Ah," The GErman man's mouth opened and closed for a moment. "Of course, I remember, now."

"Well?"

"Close the door, please,"

"Oooh, this is serious," Though Che didn't hesitate to get up and close the door, he locking it after a brief pause. "How serious is this?"

"It is less serious and more intensely embarrassing, if you tell anyone else about this I'll kill you,"

"…Noted,"

Sasha could only take a swig from his coffee, needing it as he gestured for Che to take a seat. Time to face the music so it seemed.

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"Have I- been doing any better?"

His question caught her off guard, Milla having to sleepily blink as she coaxed her fingers through Sasha's hair. His head pressed against her chest, "Better?"

There was that sigh she had grown used to. One denoting him giving up a topic. "Nevermind, I woke you-"

"Darling, hush," She pressed a finger against his lips as she yawned a little, the Brazilian woman mentally regaining her footing before she spoke. "Yes, you have. You were nervous the first few times, so it isn't a bad thing it happens,"

Sasha didn't seem convinced if his huffy silence was anything to go by, his words clipped. "I don't know about that," He still wanted some resolution on why he felt like this but wasn't sure how he could actually verbalize it to the brunette woman. Not without causing another argument, or proving her right.

Milla rolled her eyes a little as she tried her best not to fall asleep. She rubbing her eyes with the butt of her palm as she spoke, "Dear, it shows us we should talk more about how we're feeling instead of assuming we know what the other wants,"

"True," Along with his sudden plague of sex dreams piling onto him ever couple weeks, Sasha half wondered if this meant he was a sex manic now that he had sex. The fact he had to fuel his lust with the dreams made him worry a little. "I just regret not being as… impressive as you're used to,"

Milla gave a tired snort into his hair, "Darling, you're perfect the way you are," She kissed the top of his head, "Now if you don't mind, I am going to sleep. You certainly kept me up this time,"

That was enough to ease the German man to some degree, he trying to relax back into the soft sheets under him as Milla rested her head against his chest again. Her breathing evening out slowly but surely as she started to drowse again. Sasha simply watching her for a moment as her eyes moved under her eyelids, her body still with sleep while he gave a small sigh.

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"This month is going by so quickly," Milla said with a low laugh, head tipped back as she held onto Sasha's hand. She lacing her fingers with Sasha's own, for once the two had forgone gloves and let skin to skin contact happen. Sasha enjoying it to some degree, though he still warily kept his mental shield intact as they walked through the park together.

"It'll be valentines soon enough, our first valentines together," The German man glanced over at her at that, clearly taking the open and obvious hint as he offered her a small smile in turn. "It certainly will be, how should we celebrate?"

"Oh, I have a few ideas, darling," She offered easily back, fluttering her eyelashes playfully back at her boyfriend. Sasha could only chuckle quietly back at that as he squeezed her hand, his gaze drifting somewhat as he answered, "I can guess,"

He didn't feel particularly enthused about the options. He knew what they would do, a nice dinner, maybe a movie, sex was optional, but he figured it would happen. Some part of Sasha squirmed uncomfortably at the thought. He distracted himself by moving over to kiss the woman lightly on the lips. "I'm sure the plans are going to be perfect, they always are."

Milla returned the kiss in kind, reaching up to press her hand against his cheek. She brushing her slim fingers against Sasha's cheek. "Flatterer,"

He gave a low laugh at that as he rested his cheek against Milla's familiar hands. "I do try,"

"Never stop, dear," She kissed him again, only pulling back to check her pocket for her phone. "We had better get back,"

He gave a slow nod back at that as he stole a glance at her cellphone screen. His brow going up at the fact their lunch hour was nearly over. "Our lunch breaks have been running far too long as of late." The two didn't hurry that much to get back to the office, walking the way they came back towards HQ. The sliding glass doors opened as the two approached it, Milla releasing Sasha's hand first. "I'll see you later, dear," She blowing a kiss back at Sasha as she headed on her way. It leaving Sasha to uncertainly blink at the gesture as he moved to slide his gloves on. He walking forward into the inner sanctum of the HQ, sliding his card into the entry pad and heading towards his office.

The German man just quietly pondered on what he had to do that day now that his lunch break was over. Mentally going over a check list, file reports, check with Andrea, get Milla to look over her own files for inconsistencies, possibly save a world leader- He was pulled from his thoughts by Che's voice calling out to him, "Nice to see you're back, you crazy love bird! We didn't think you and Milla would come back at all!"

Sasha turned red at that, shrinking a little embarrassment as he adjusted the collar of his sweater. The sound of laughter hard to miss as he stiffly did his best to walk by. He glad for his sunglasses as he realized Che had yelled that from the break room of all places, other agents laughing alongside the hispanic man. The clear sound of playful cat call and whistles hard to miss as Sasha shuffled as quickly as he could back towards his office.

He wasn't sure if this was Che's way of reassuring him he was manly or if this was purely Che being- Che. Either way, Sasha would have to have a talk with him, this sort of behavior was hardly acceptable.

Especially when it was so embarrassing.