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"Ah, I see."

A small sigh emitted from the tall god as he removed his hands that had a hold on both sides of Techno's head.

"There you go," Arkiyonus said, with a slight nod before reaching towards his records laid out on his desk. He sat up in his chair, taking a nearby feather quill and bringing a page to his writing level. Script laid out beautifully as the ink seeped onto the yellowed paper from the quick, elegant movements of the quill. Movements so careless and free, almost as if the tool danced in his hand. He even hummed a bit, seemingly to a tune that had stuck itself into the older god's thoughts--all while Techno sat across from him, on the other side of the desk.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Tally about this," the young god muttered, his fingers combing through the jet-black locks of his. The request caused a raise of an eyebrow from the ancient god, giving a slight pause to his writing.

Techno fixed his glasses, shifting them slightly back and forth with his index finger and thumb--a nervous habit of his. He was unsure if his request would even be considered--but he would much rather be judged now for it than to leave without trying. It didn't hurt asking, did it? Besides, at this point, it was far too late to take back his words but to his luck, the god of history nodded.

"I know exactly how he could be about these sort of things," Arkiyonus commented, the looping movements of his writing utensil continued.

Techno blinked. Somewhat not exactly expecting this response. Tally had always been so on top of everything he did and was always informed about his whereabouts, it wouldn't be strange for him to also be told about what had happened with him.

Sure, the god of time cared about the younger god. Maybe, just a little too much--even if it didn't seem like it from an outsider’s point of view, but to Techno: he knew how fussy his superior would get when he got into trouble. The god of electricity just preferred if he saved himself from another scolding and lengthy lecture.

"Thank you," Techno managed to mumble out.

Arkiyonus gave him another nod, barely finishing the page when the mentioned god of time came in.

"Techno, what are you doing in here?"

A sigh.

Here we go again.

The god of history, staying seated, only stared silently at his brother who now hovered over the side of the younger god’s seat. Techno sunk into the chair; his arms crossed.

"Don't tell me you died again--this is the seventh time this week," Tally began scolding. It made Techno sink further into his seat, facing forwards and knees jutting out in front of him--an awkward position where he had most of his body slipping out of the chair. He avoided even trying to look towards Tally's general direction.

Arkiyonus continued to stare at the somewhat amusing scene. Not saying a word as he would much rather prefer if he didn’t accidentally provoke either of the two.

"How did it happen this time?" his brother asked, practically pinching the bridge of his nose at his subordinate's childish behaviour.

The god of history gave a slight wave of his gloved hand. "Don't you think you're being a little too overbearing?"

Tally lifted his brown gaze towards his brother, almost in a way where he would say something along the lines of 'And what do you know?' But he gave no response. "I think you should stop being all over Techno's business all the time," Arkiyonus commented, opening his desk drawer to store the newly written document away.

“How about you let this incident slip by just this once?” The archivist proposed to his brother.

The other tall god only raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t need to know what happened to him--just let it go Tally.”

No response.

“Look, I got it under control and documented. Nothing disastrous happened, I took care of it-”

“Alright, alright--fine,” the god of time finally agreed. Disappointedly, but he was to no longer bother his subordinate about the issue.

He began to make his way out the office when he turned around to face Techno, who was still slumped in the chair.

“I still expect you to be at my office within 46 hours, I’ll be needing your latest report on the Mortal Realm,” Tally demanded from the younger god, looking back up to give one last look at his brother before closing the door, leaving the two gods at the desk alone once again.

Techno didn’t move until he was sure that his superior was well out of the area outside the office.

There hung a still silence between the two gods.

Arkiyonus sat up, crossed a leg over the other, and rose an eyebrow at the younger one.

“So?”

“He asked for it!” Techno finally blurted out, throwing his hands up in the air. “Quite reckless of you, isn’t it though-” the elder god hummed, lightly flicking the golden chain of his monocle as he waited for Techno to continue his explanation.

“It doesn’t matter if he knew that he should have respected me for what I do to keep his stupid broadcast station alive,” the black-haired god rambled, crossing his arms annoyedly. “Mhm?” Arkiyonus replied.

Techno sat up, ready to start hurling insults about a god who wasn’t even there to explain their side of the deal. Arkiyonus did nothing to stop the complaining of the younger god, besides--he already recorded the important parts of the story and if talking about it helped, then he didn’t mind.

“He asked for my help, so I helped him with his station. That’s kind of my thing and what else am I supposed to do?” Techno muttered, still having both arms crossed against his chest.

“Did you now?”

“Of course I did! It wasn’t until the fucker got on my nerves--so I made all of his equipment and devices short-circuit,” he huffed, giving a sort of proud nod to himself.

The older god however, didn’t seem proud, but not exactly upset. Perhaps just slightly disappointed.

“Were you not the one responsible for his staff’s request for replacements last time?” Arkiyonus frowned, starting to sift through a folder in his infinite file cabinet.

Techno cocked his head to the side. “Say what now?”

A document was pulled out and promptly shown to the confused god. It had a date listed at the top right corner, bold words listed ‘Cloud Nine Broadcasting, requesting 46 new monitors, 5 new transmitters, 10 new microphones, 2 new cameras. (see page 2 for incident report.)’

“Oh yeah, me and Tokyo were fist fighting. He kinda did manage to throw me against most of his monitors. Guess at that point, it’d be more than fist fighting, huh. Also, yeah, something about the glass working better into making me bleed--I killed him that time though-” Techno exclaimed.

The god of history only nodded, still frowning. “And seeing what I saw just now, that happened this time as well.”

“Yeah.”

“Except you died this time.”

“Yeah.”

Another nod, again--not one of approval, just acknowledgment. The ancient god continued to frown before letting out a sigh. “Well, I hope you know that I will not be able to cover you like this again. You’re lucky I even considered it this time,” Arkiyonus informed him. He propped his elbows on his desk to rest his chin against his own crossed-over hands.

“You can leave now, but remember-” the god said, raising his index finger to further grab the younger one’s attention.

“Be responsible for your actions. Don’t expect this again from me any time soon.”

“Thank you, Arkiyonus.”