[Artemis had been up all night working, and so now he's sleeping in. So to speak.]
[He's in his pajamas, enjoying laying in a little heap without any obligation. It's the weekend, after all, and fortunately no one tends to call in the name of business or business crisis. He can have the whole day to himself if he likes. And given how hard he's been working lately, he's very much looking forward to spending the entire day not doing anything productive.]
[Rolling over, Artemis blindly reaches for his phone, wondering if Roma has already greeted the day. It is 10:30, after all, and he sends out a quick text message:]
Awake, but you'll have to pry me out of this bed by force today. Where are you?
[Punctuation is still, sadly, beyond Rome's grasp - except for the purposes of making facsimiles of facial expressions, phalluses, and other such vital sigils. Then he is perfectly adept with them.
He leans against a rack of weights as he texts, grinning, little phone dwarfed in his hands and growing more sweat-smudged by the moment.]
[Artemis chuckles at the barrage of somewhat unintelligible text messages, but he's long since learned to read Roman. He rolls onto his stomach and texts back.]
I'll be right here, waiting to rescue you from a boring bath.
[And... maybe a boring morning. Once the texts are fired off Artemis shimmies out of his pajamas and pulls up the covers to hide under. And then he waits...]
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[He's in his pajamas, enjoying laying in a little heap without any obligation. It's the weekend, after all, and fortunately no one tends to call in the name of business or business crisis. He can have the whole day to himself if he likes. And given how hard he's been working lately, he's very much looking forward to spending the entire day not doing anything productive.]
[Rolling over, Artemis blindly reaches for his phone, wondering if Roma has already greeted the day. It is 10:30, after all, and he sends out a quick text message:]
Awake, but you'll have to pry me out of this bed by force today. Where are you?
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[Punctuation is still, sadly, beyond Rome's grasp - except for the purposes of making facsimiles of facial expressions, phalluses, and other such vital sigils. Then he is perfectly adept with them.
He leans against a rack of weights as he texts, grinning, little phone dwarfed in his hands and growing more sweat-smudged by the moment.]
WHEREIALWAYSAMAFTERBREAKFASTANDBEFOREABATH
STAYTHEREICANCOMEANDGETYOV
BATHSAREBORINGALONEANYVAY
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I'll be right here, waiting to rescue you from a boring bath.
[And... maybe a boring morning. Once the texts are fired off Artemis shimmies out of his pajamas and pulls up the covers to hide under. And then he waits...]