closed; i have a girlfriend now

[sarcophage]

WHO: Sidony and Leander
WHAT: winding around a professional's legs while she's trying to accomplish real things. now with 200% more oversharing!
WHEN: a little before Divine hijinks we are moving this to the TRUTH BOMB event because time is immaterial
WHERE: the Infirmary
NOTES: will add as needed

For deliberate effect, Leander's voice half precedes his bodily appearance around the corner:

"Now, who thought giving knives to a kitten was a good idea?"

Never mind that Sidony may not literally have a sharp in her hand at this precise moment—although if she does, so much the better. Regardless: giving this mage permission to affix her with such a disgusting pet name was probably a mistake, but it's too late for her to change her mind. (It isn't really, but if she thinks it is, he's not about to correct her.)

"Are you nearly finished?" It's not quite that time—Lea has a way of casually learning people's habits, thus blending the line between observant and creepy nearly beyond recognition—but he's done this before, and she'll know by now that he is sometimes content to hang around while she works. Especially if there is, indeed, a sharp in her hand. "If not, I've come to distract you until you relent. I am in desperate need of your attention—in fact, I may die without it."

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If she's startled Sidony doesn't quite let it show.

She's grown accustomed to Leander, in a rather fond and deliberate way. There's a part of it that's incredibly vindictive and determined; she wants to be around him and spend time with him to spite Ilias, who thinks that he has any right to demand her to do anything or tell her who she can spend her time with without explaining why. Another part simply enjoys the company of someone who compliments and supports her without seeming to want anything from her in return, other than her company and her friendship.

At least for now.

"Almost. You're quite impatient, dear." Clearly, she has no issues with the nickname. She looks up from the tools in front of her, pushing her notebook to one side, just so she can turn and give him a soft smile and a raised brow, leaning on her hand. "What do you need from me today, hm? Another portrait, perhaps, or have you broken a finger?"