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Right after the livestream meeting for the upcoming 2.6 event ended, Aventurine was found excitedly waiting for Dr. Ratio outside the (not so) soundproof room. The former arrived a few minutes right before the recording ended and having heard every bit of the embarrassing adorable, (in Aventurine’s words), rapping show that his lover put up, the gambler was determined to make sure Ratio was never going to forget this.
Dr. Ratio, wondering what in the Aha possessed him, ran out of the room, but stopped before nearly bumping into Aventurine, if it wasn’t for the fact that he foresaw exactly this happening.
“I didn’t know the esteemed Doctor could rap,” Aventurine grinfully exclaimed.
As he expected, however much to his dismay, Ratio walked straight past him, having his Alabaster head on, to but of course, block out the idiocy. The blonde quickly followed behind scheming his next moves to make Ratio’s life as miserable as can be.
Due to previous complications, Aventurine had given up his hotel room for the Trailblazer. He was about to emergency book a new one, but Dr. Ratio had made sure to give every staff member an impromptu vacation that day, forcing the blonde gambler to pitifully crawl to the Doctor’s room, begging for a stay.
Because of that comically humiliating event, Aventurine was determined to make sure Ratio was going to experience the exact same feelings he had felt that sweet day.
They soon arrived at Ratio and Aventurine’s shared room in Penacony’s Reverie Hotel. As soon as the Avgin closed the door and Ratio made the mistake of removing his headpiece, the scheming blondie immediately got to pestering his lover.
“Raaaatio? Why do you never rap to me~ I never even knew you were so blessed in that domain! C’mon now, am I so unimportant to you that you don’t bother letting me know?” Aventurine’s attempt at being annoying was in fact successful as Ratio wasted no time to put his headpiece back on.
He bee-lined to the red-velvety couch, elegantly sitting down as he pulled out his latest research, dictionary-thick, book. The blonde followed behind, taking a place next to him, not leaving much room for Ratio to breathe.
Deciding to switch tactics, Aventurine hugged the Doctor’s arm and made his way onto his lap, forcing the headpiece off, diverting his attention from the stupid book. “C’mon Ratiooo~ You wouldn’t dare ignore your little damned gambler, would you~?”
Aventurine’s whiny, baby voice got to the purple haired boy’s heart. He was trying oh-so-hard to resist him, but he just couldn’t. I mean, look at his stupid little lover, how could he ever deny him? (same, ratio, same)
“Fine. I’ll sing to you if you promise to take two weeks off. Deal?” Ratio’s voice was stern, swiftly covering the beating of his fluttering heart. And if he was going to dig his own grave, he might as well get something out of it (more of Aventurine’s company).
“Rap and one week.” he negotiated.
“Rap and three weeks is the final deal.”
Aventurine settled. It wasn’t his best business, but it was business. Plus, he had more to gain than to lose.
Ratio then proceeds to perform to the best of his ability, while Aventurine was miserably failing at his poor attempt at concealing his stifled laughs (the poor guy).