[RA] shiny happy people

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"Kia, have you seen the ledger with all the... y'know, the important shit in it?" The ledger that records how they have been utilising the Hollowed Grounds' time each season, Danta means, and although he's digging around in the right place (i.e. one of the bookshelves), he's actually recently used said ledger to stop his desk chair wobbling. So he really has no hope in finding it unless he starts crawling around his office floor, where he'll find it wedged under one of the chair legs looking very sorry for itself.

For now, alas, he continues to disorganise files, correspondence and other boring materials in search of it, scowling as if he might come across it by grumpiness alone. "I was thinking since we got the healing fountain, maybe we work on some regional upgrades this season? Keep people sweet, especially while it's so fucking cold." Speaking of which, Danta has to step back to push up the sleeves of his dark green sweater, freeing his hands properly again to keep having a good rummage.

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash

KIADA

i'm sorry to interrupt, it's just i'm constantly on the cusp
of trying to kiss you, i don't know if you feel the same as i do

It’s a cross between quiet horror and already mapping out how to reorganize everything Danta is currently disorganizing. She knows the ledger he’s talking about, but she also knows it hasn’t been up there for at least a couple of weeks. She also, also knows that she feels like she’s seen it recently. “Uhhh,” she begins, flitting through the room as well on her own search, checking his desk and the drawers that sit on the sides of it, to even the inner portion where things had a tendency of falling down (she’s found a multitude of frogs and foxes among the mix months before).

“I like the idea of upgrading.” She murmurs, having already thought about it before Danta had mentioned it. They could use some extra bolstering maintenance for the rooftops and roads, at least. Especially with the snow hitting the bone bridges so hard this year.

Ah, but then she gasps, shoving the chair over a little forcefully to where it topples and clatters, and if Danta looks over the first thing he’d see is not Kiada’s head popping up from behind the desk, but a hand with dark painted nails hoisting the ledger like it was a trophy – even if the cover has a strange circular imprint from the chair itself. “Found it! I’ll, uh, get you a new chair.” She says as she starts to rise, shooting a fanged grin over at the Theocrat from across the desk.

but we could be together, if you wanted to
do i wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?