There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

"What the hell is wrong with this schedule?!"

Bassena looked up from the rows and rows of everything he needed to attend for the next week; talkshow, commercial shoot, interview, another talkshow, product testing, more talk show...

"Isn’t that normal after a dungeon clear?" Lex cheekily shrugged. It was also clear that his response stemmed from the fact that he was the one who had to handle all of Bassena’s business during the trip to the Northern Alliance.

He had to push all of Bassena’s existing schedule, handling the constant calls, and everything. And now that Bassena came back all clean and bright, he decided that it was time for his boss to be as miserable as him, dropping the schedule while they rode the elevator.

"It’s your fault to be MIA for three days, Sir," Lex continued nonchalantly. "And it was all approved by the Guildmaster, so..."

Bassena parted his lips dumbfoundedly, and Zein took a peek at the screen. "Well, at least you’ll still sleep at home," the guide said, not really helping his case. "Work hard, baby."

"Zein..."

"Look, I still give you some free time on the weekend so you can have a date or whatever," the assistant huffed at the way Bassena whined at the guide. Acting cute in front of his boyfriend—pfft.

But Zein only patted the esper’s cheek twice before bidding them goodbye to get out on the seventh floor.

Once again, he had to face the cavalry of his little chick that he needed to groom into chickens ASAP—especially since he was getting more and more certain that Trinity would be the one getting the reclamation project.

Even if Celestia did something behind the scenes—lobbying, bribery, and whatnot—there were at least two Celestial Beings behind Zein and Bassena who would support their cause, so the government and the association should at least take that into consideration.