LOCKED TO viliorate

[sadisticwarfare]

[Profits have been way down in the last three months, and if things keep going this way, they won't last another three. Archer has the papers out in front of him, scouring everything to see where he can make cuts, yet again. He knows no one's going to be pleased, but they're going to have to remove another act. He's been told that cutting people from the circus is like throwing out a family member, but the fact of the matter is that the money he's making won't support everyone. It's not as though Archer is hoarding all the money for himself - though he's not exactly as generous to the others as he could be - but he's never really felt like part of the circus "family". They're the family members, he's the landlord.

Archer twirls his pen between his fingers as he examines the numbers again, finally selecting a couple of sheets with acts that he could possibly cut. He'll have to get Kimbley to look over them before he makes a final decision. Kimbley isn't his partner or his adviser, but Kimbley is his friend, and he'd rather have a second opinion on all this.]

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[viliorate]

Don't worry about it.

[Which means Archer should worry.

But Kimbley isn't back until the day is nearly over anyway, and he looks pretty damn content when he does return.]

Did you have fun in here all by yourself?

[sadisticwarfare]

...I'm not here to have fun, I have a job to do.

[But it's said with the usual smirk so clearly he isn't taking it too seriously.]

How did everything go?

[viliorate]

Everything went well.

[Kimbley actually sits on the cot and not Archer's desk.]

I did everything you asked; everyone's pretty pleased right now.

[sadisticwarfare]

I'm glad to hear that. I take it you found the acts to be satisfactory?

[viliorate]

Of course I did.

[Kimbley is usually too busy practicing to see the other acts. It was actually kind of fun, to tell the truth.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Good. Did you take any notes? Did you see anything that could be improved on?

[viliorate]

[He hands Archer his notebook.

...somehow the pages aren't covered in really stupid notes and doodles. It's mostly things he likes about the acts and whatever concerns the performers might have.]

Take a look. I think I did a decent job.

[sadisticwarfare]

[Archer flips through it, nodding appreciatively.]

This is perfect, thank you. You've saved me a lot of time today.

[viliorate]

[He looks so proud of himself.

Not that this is anything unusual when it comes to Kimbley, because he's fairly good at keeping himself entertained in the worst ways possible, but this is a positive outlet for once.]

It was a pleasure.

[sadisticwarfare]

Thank you for your help. I'll be sure to take your notes into account.

[viliorate]

[This is much better than the last time!]

I'm sure I helped.

[sadisticwarfare]

Of course you did. Thanks.

[viliorate]

[He's so proud.]

If you keep offering this as a job, I'll be happy.

[sadisticwarfare]

I'll see what I can do. I don't need to evaluate all the acts very often, but I can trust you to handle this in the future.

[viliorate]

[It's not as interesting as what he's used to doing, but Kimbley is mature enough to take it seriously.]

Good. I won't disappoint you.

[sadisticwarfare]

I know you won't.

[viliorate]

[He's pretty happy right now.]

Do you have any plans after work?

[sadisticwarfare]

No, I don't. Do you have something in mind?

[viliorate]

It's been a while since we had enough time off to do something together. How about it?

[sadisticwarfare]

...Will you be alright? I don't want you to strain yourself.

[viliorate]

I'll be fine. I haven't been pushing myself that hard.

[He appreciates the worry, but nothing else is going to happen, right?]

[sadisticwarfare]

...Very well then. I'd like that.

[viliorate]

You should take me to the place we went to after I started living with you.

[He's allowed to feel nostalgic every once in a while!]

[sadisticwarfare]

Oh, feeling nostalgic, are we? I suppose we can arrange that.

[viliorate]

[He's not going to deny it.]

I'm going to hold you to that.