"Don't you ever get bored with all of these meetings?" Black Star was lounging in Kid's throne, sorting through documents for him.
"It's not about whether I'm bored or not, Black Star. It's my duty."
"You said 'doody'," Patty said with a giggle, looking up at him from where she sat on the floor, alternating between homework and coloring. Kid sat just in front of Black Star on the edge of the throne, painstakingly writing out personal letters to some of the more obscure witch colonies of the world.
"Lighten up your load a little," Black Star complained, picking up a new stack of unsorted papers and beginning to sort them into piles. "How're you gonna find time to date someone as great as me when you can't even take a five minute break to have a conversation?" Kid sighed, but didn't look up from what he was writing. "Hire like... Interns or something! Unpaid interns. It'll look good on their resumes- 'worked for free for an actual god'."
"I don't trust anyone but myself to do things properly."
"But you let me help!" Kid paused.
"Yes. Well." More pausing, and Black Star let out a little 'snrk'. "How can you... How can you expect to help me create my perfect world if you can't even do simple paperwork?" Black Star grinned, poking his head around Kid's shoulder to look at his face.
"Careful, Kiddo- if I didn't know better I'd think you thought I was competent or something!" Kid scowled, reaching a hand back to push Black Star's face away; Black Star took his hand instead, heartbeat speeding up a little. What the fuck, he wasn't 13, no need for little heart flutters. Kid's hands were freezing, as usual, and they left Black Star's fingers feeling tingly.
"Just... Sort the papers!" Kid snapped, taking his hand away from Black Star's. Was he blushing? No way; had to be Black Star's imagination. A few minutes passed in companionable silence, the only sound Patty's occasional humming or singing.
"When do you next have time free?" Black Star stretched, putting his hands behind his head and yawning.
"... I have no clue," Kid admitted, sounding a bit chagrined. "Every time i think I almost have everything done, a whole slew of new problems come up."
"You're wearing yourself out! You gotta rest every now and then, Kid."
"Actually, I don't need to sleep, and haven't in several d-" His response sounded mechanic, and Black Star pushed his shoulder to get him to quiet.
"You do need sleep, whether your body does or not. You do. It makes you feel normal." It wasn't a question; he already knew why Kid slept, despite having no physical need. "Make time for me this Sunday. We'll go to lunch, see a movie, it'll be fun! You need a break!" Kid was quiet for quite awhile, but Black Star knew that meant he was thinking about it. After another hour of Black Star sorting papers and Kid writing letters, the latter finally spoke.
"It can't be lunch and a movie; I have things I need to do on Sunday that won't be over until 10:30 in the morning, and then I need to make sure everything is in order for the witches' visit this upcoming week." Black Star grinned.
"Just a movie, then?"
"... I can probably swing dinner and a movie, just not lunch." Black Star pumped a fist in the air, grinning widely.
"This," Black Star declared, "Will be the best date you've ever been on!"
"Only date!" Patty chirped, and Kid shushed her. Black Star just grinned wider, sitting up a little and leaning against Kid.
"I'll have to make sure it's great enough that you never want to date anyone else, then!" He laughed and Kid pushed him back again, definitely smiling this time when Black Star took his hand.