Closed to kain

While Rydia was getting more and more used to the Surface world, she also found some things... a bit ridiculous. The summoner couldn't genuinely understand why Kain would end up spending pretty much every evening writing on papers whatever he did with the rest of the dragoons instead of... well, doing anything else. Paperwork in general confused her, all that stuff was just going to be relegated between all the documents of the castle and forgotten.

"Mmmh..." 

Her relationship with Kain was something neither of them expected, it just... sort of happened as they bonded over their common love for dragons. She loved spending time with him, especially when they could cuddle together on the bed or worked in the stables together, but… no, he was spending all his evenings at his desk, working.

Sweet Bahamuth, she was so bored whenever they had both to spend their time locked in the house and her only company was the dragoon’s back as he sat on the chair. She tried cooking, only to create some monstrosities and getting scolded (it wasn’t her fault she never cooked anything that wasn’t a bug, a monster of the depth or some kind of weird mushroom, the Feymarch was…. different.). She tried picking up knitting like Rosa suggested, only to throw her needles out of the window in frustration after hours of struggle. She even tried to pick up books but… everything Rosa gave her was all about love and incredibly boring.

She rolled over in their bed, annoyed, then finally decided that enough was enough. For one night she was going to… well, have her partner’s attention.

“Kain?” Rydia finally called, jumping out of bed and hopping in his direction. It didn’t matter if she was just in her night gown as she strolled across the house, did it? “Kain? Do you have a minute?” She finally asked, poking her head in his little study and finding him at his usual place..