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The next morning, Masaru was the first to wake like usual. He felt like he just had a dream about punching nobles even though he clearly knew not to actually do that, unless it was Tohma... But it wasn't like he could control his dreams. Considering that he was used to taking on hoards of rowdy Digimon back in the Digital World almost on a daily basis, he was surprised he didn't have stronger memories of these fighting dreams. Well... Another morning boxing session would probably help clear out his urges. The rest of the day was going to be pretty big for him and the aforementioned noble, after all. The two of them did eventually make it to bed after their... intense moments in front of the fireplace. They even managed to put clothes on for sleep, with the extreme chill of winter nights fighting against the household heating. Despite going to bed as normal, the brunet woke up with Tohma sleeping soundly on his chest... No doubt due to how the brunet had moved around in his sleep. He

Starting note: Annnnd with this chapter, the word count is now longer than Seesaw's. But only at about 70% to the finish. I can't even put into percent how much Savers is still left in my brain because there's still too much! Not adding italics for Austrian-German in this chapter since Masaru isn't around to be lost in it this time :') it'll come back in later chapters though! .~.~.~.~ During Tohma's 'errand' in Austria, back while Masaru was busy spending time with his family, the young noble originally thought that the order coming from his family was to simply show his face in the main Norstein mansion, considering he hadn't done so since receiving his Nobel Prize. He'd still see his father on occasion, as he dropped by Tohma's private location in order to check on Relena, who was spending increasingly longer periods there when she wasn't instead in Japan. Truth be told, there was no medical reason for Relena to spend time at Tohma's private location instead of the main mansion

Starting note: Quick reminder, this is intended to take place around 2013... And none of the certain usage of technology here has nearly any of the charge as it does in 2024. That's a whole other thing I'm not going into here! Most of this section is Tohma POV, shifts to Masaru POV in the last bit. Italics for Austrian-German speak. ----- Leave it to Masaru to leave out the detail that a 'date' included an intense hour-long boxing session at Tohma's personal arena first thing in the morning. Furthermore, he insisted that they would have these sessions every day as long as he was there. Tohma was fine with the 'requirement', but he had to question why the fighter had to be so adamant about using the facilities so regularly in the first place. "Hey, YOU'RE the one who has multiple boxing facilities. You've got one both here and in Japan... Gotta make sure both get good use!" Masaru attempted to reason as they cooled off. "Masaru... In the Digital World, you have a boxing facility

Franz Norstein knew he wasn't always the brightest bulb in the room, or honestly the brightest bulb in most any situation, but he did his best to keep his intentions within a clear conscience... at least to the best of his abilities... Within the limits of his circumstances... Needless to say, more often than not, he ended up not making the impacts in life he truly wanted rather than actually getting his ideal results. Yet life would still carry on, regardless of his actions and regardless of his... inactions. Regardless of his lack of ability to follow through with his convictions to the bitter end... He deplored that part about himself, and he detested how long it took him to become aware of his shortcomings in the first place. It had taken him far too long... For far too long, he'd relied heavily upon his noble name to get through most of his life. With just the power of his noble name, he had access to the best education, the best connections, the best experiences mankind

Chapter 8: Bureaucratic Errands Chapter Text Masaru started off the next morning with a monstrous groan as Tohma's phone alarm went off. The alarm was a strange mix of dubstep and some other eclectic sound effects. It was the same alarm as the morning before, but as always, it was one HECK of a loud alarm, and Masaru's head wasn't taking it in good spirits. He knew well enough that Tohma needed it to be that loud in order to wake up, but it felt like it was on a completely different level that morning. "Tohhhhmaa..." He dragged himself over the other man to reach the phone on the tableside. He turned the alarm off, then unceremoniously slumped over the other man who was still asleep under the blanket. The sudden weight stirred that man awake, eventually. "Mm..." Tohma grumbled. "Tohma, I feel miserable." "Good morning to you too..." Tohma sat up, forcing Masaru to shift down to Tohma's legs. "Let me guess, your head hurts like someone's hammered it in from a fight." "Yeah...