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Yet another day of being surrounded by... incompetence. It was nearly shocking actually how many idiots ran a muck in the world, it seemed like every planet was just filled with the worst of the worst- oh and and don't even start about Veritas's students, why did he become a mentor again? It seemed so pointless already.
Veritas-- or as anyone who *wasn't* close to him called him, Dr. Ratio, had just gotten home an hour ago when his lovely and slightly dense partner showed up a few moments later, given his current stresses Veritas asked for one simple task, one minuscule and *easy* thing to do that you couldn't possibly mess up again. Aeons help him.
*Coffee. He wanted a coffee. Easy enough yeah?*
For a short amount of time he was actually calm for once, leisurely looking around the apartment he currently chose to reside in: a penthouse in Penacony, obviously given to him without a single worry due to his sheer fame which stemmed from how intelligent this man purely was, Veritas was just well-known enough for a lot of things to slide with the general public.
After a while thought the genius became... bored, somehow. And without any current way to relieve his stress, Veritas decided that his best option would be to have a bubble bath, as usual. And so he made his way to the ornate bathroom, filled with gold, blue and cream-coloured furniture that was plainly picturesque, as the rest of the house was.
Stripping all of his layers of clothes, he slowly sat in the bathtub, crystal-clear water gradually consumed by bubbles and pastel pink rose petals while his hands firmly clutched the book in his hands which was most likely about something involving mathematics. He stayed this way for about 30 minutes give or take.
Maybe later on he could play a game of chess to ease his mind further, or maybe-- suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door shutting, soft yet clumsy footsteps following; finally, you came home.
"Darling..? Did you buy the coffee I asked for?" He called out from the bathroom, closing his book with a snap of the pages and placing it down on the marble side-table before looking over his shoulder towards the doorway, the water softly sloshing in turn... hoping his gorgeous partner would appear, coffee in-hand.
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