Nova's Day At The Embassy

Nova whistles as he squished his face against the glass of the elevator, amazed by the view of wispy white clouds and the world getting smaller and smaller, “Good lord…”

“I dunno if you can say that, man,” Momo unhelpfully said, leaning casually against elevator walls with a smirk, “Might be offensive.” 

“Offensive?” Nova scoffs, rolling his eyes as his tail flicks, “To whom? The elevator lights? Carpet? The chewed up gum your arm is touching?” 

Momo squeals a super-manly shriek as he jolts away from the shiny metal walls, “Fuck, man!” He lets out a stressed exhale, shoulders drooping as he looks at the fur on his arms, feverishly brushing away the sticky residue, “Does anybody have any respect for this place? It’s the Heavenly Embassy.”

“You offered to blow me the moment the elevator doors closed, Monty.” Nova turns his attention away from his idiot to look back down towards the beautiful view, he wishes he could actually fly with his wings with sights like this, “So I don’t think you’re one to talk.”

“Counterpoint; I offer to blow you every elevator we get in and we were technically closer to the rest of Burrowgatory than the embassy at that point,” Momo chuckles, nudging Nova. 

“Counter, counterpoint; nooo,” Nova says like a brat, wobbling his head a little. “No? Nuh uh you don’t get to counter my counterpoint with a nuh uh,” Momo puts his hands on his hips, pouting at him.

“Well arguing with you makes time go by quicker, and we’ve been here for twenty bloody minutes haven’t we?” Nova pokes Momo’s side since he knows he’s ticklish there. Momo squeaks and shuffles away, “And I just thought you were being a brat! Always have some scheme going on in your head, don’t you?” 

“Nope,” Nova pops the P and just then the elevator goes ding ~ ! 

The ornate doors smoothly slide open, revealing cascading pastels and glinting pillars, crystals dangled and twinkled above, light refracting across the pristine walls and smooth tiled floor.  Nova is glad Momo stuck his arm out to stop the elevator doors from closing, considering they both just stood there gawking like morons. 

“I feel very out of place.”

“Ditto.”

Nova nervously shuffles out, adjusting his cuffs and shirt collar. “Where do we even begin? Suppose the front desk?” He looks up at Momo with a nervous but excited smile. “Well, either that or we pick a direction and hope we don’t get lost.” He puts a hoof on Nova’s shoulder to encourage him forward. “I just need to be directed towards the nearest clothing shop; I gotta see what these squeaky-clean goodie buns consider fashion.”

They walk down the expansive corridors for some time before finally seeing some sign of life that wasn’t bizarre flowers: “ ‘Ello?” Momo calls, raising a hoof before slowly lowering it as he takes the sight of the cherubun in. He leans to the side to whisper down into Nova’s perky ear, “I think that’s Primrose, the head of the embassy... I heard he got a stick up his ass.” He grumbles, “We should find a way ‘round him while he’s distracted cleaning.”

 Nova stares, eyes wide, wings on his back fluttering, as he’s certain he’s witnessing the most gorgeous bun to ever exist. “He can stick something up my ass.”

Momo sighs and holds his face in his hand. “Good lord.”

“You,“ Primrose’s voice snips, causing both succubuns to freeze and fwip their heads in his direction. “Yes, you two, come here.” The cherubun is rapidly approaching, a feather duster in his grip as he stomps towards them. “Good luck with that, buddy,” Momo fingerguns at his friend before hurrying away, hooves clacking against the tiles.

“Hey- hey! Montgomery!” Nova barks, flustered and nervous, as he watches him disappear down the hall. Bastard. 

“Alright then, you.” Primrose is now in front of him; ah shit, he’ll have to act normal.

“Me? Alright, uh, hello.” Nova clears his throat, then squeaks when an apron and featherduster are shoved into his arms.

“The embassy is a mess, and if someone of...” Prim glances at Nova’s lust horns and says, "Your particular, energetic caliber has nothing to do; you should put it to work helping me fix up this mess.”

Nova has to take a second to really process what was said to him. 

1: Did he just get profiled? 2: For a hot second, he assumed he was about to get invited into a porno. 3: What the hell kind of mess is Prim talking about? This place is spotless, glittering, and pretty, just like his eyes.

“Wuh?”

“Oh for–” Primrose chuffs, fluttering his hands at him. “Get the apron on; you’re cleaning with me!”

Nova nods, starting to tie the apron as he smiles, “Yessir, on it.” Primrose hmpfs and raises his nose, haughty, liking that response. Nova will keep that in mind, not caring that the embassy head hasn't even asked for his name yet. 

Nova is on his hands and knees as he scrubs at the floor, grunting softly in focus. He’s a writer. The most thing that gets exercise about him is his hands from typing and writing, not hard labor like this. He hopes it's satisfactory enough. 

“Quit your noise-making,” Primrose huffs, flustered and offended.

“I—What, sir?” Nova’s ears twitched, looking up at him.

Primrose rolls his eyes. "I said, quit making noise. Your grunting is distracting and very inappropriate." 

“Oh, sorry, sir. I just don’t do this kind of work,” Nova smiles up at him, admiring this angle of Prim’s face. Primrose crosses his arms, blushing only a smidge at Nova’s gaze at him and the succubuns affinity for the respective terms. Not many people refer to him as sir. They ought to; he does a lot of troublesome work around here!

"Well, the fact you’re helping is good; discipline and humility are very important when it comes to the art of cleaning. So you’re on the right path to purity, and respect,” Primrose retorts sharply, continuing his own cleaning of the room with precision and grace.

Nova isn’t exactly sure he follows. What the hell does cleaning floors have to do with purity? It seems kind of fucked up. Purity is like... The truth of a thing. How can someone exercise purity by doing chores? And well respect is a different thing, far more multifacted and complicated. A statement like that has Nova wonder what's going on in the cherubuns head. Lost in his thoughts, Nova almost doesn't notice when Primrose speaks again. "You missed a spot," he says, pointing to a smudge on the floor.

"Right, sorry," Nova mumbles, quickly scrubbing at the spot until it shines. 

Nova works as hard as he can for about an hour and enjoys every little comment he gets from Primrose. He’s also happy about being bossed around. He keeps that shit to himself; the last thing he wants is the ‘purity’ bun to know he gets off a little at being given orders.

Soon they stand side by side to get a better look at the glistening hallways, surveying the now-sparkling embassy, Nova can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Nova doesn't quite want to fuck off just yet; he can't get rid of the feeling of wanting to spend more time with Primrose. Momo is presumably preoccupied elsewhere. No harm, no foul. 

"So, uh, what's next on the agenda?" Nova asks, trying to sound casual.

After giving it some thought, Primrose responds, "Well, there's always more cleaning to be done. But you deserve a break for your diligence. If you'd like, I could give you a tour of the embassy.” It will also give him time to think of other proper lessons he can get this succubun to do, since he seems so willing to work!

Nova's wings flutter, and a flush creeps up his cheeks. "I'd like that," he says, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. This is going surprisingly well; he honestly expected to majorly screw up. If cleaning gets him to spend more time around Prim, Nova is here for it.