Anaxagoras stands among his own personal library, the scent of old books and dried ink soothing his mind. His assistant had been acting strange recently-- Their eyes couldn't meet his own, constantly drawn to a point lower than his chin. His assistant couldn't be allowed to be so distracted on the job-- especially since Anaxagoras should be able to trust them with his library when he isn't there to dust the shelves or meticulously organize and reorganize each shelf, and how can he do that when clearly something has been on their mind?

Of course, he knows exactly what's leading their thoughts astray.

His chest.

That strange eight pronged star-shaped hole in his chest, to be specific. It reveals a strange cosmic void within him, shifting blue hues with sparkling particles like stars swirling around inside him. Truly, he doesn't blame them for being curious--

He just wishes that curiosity wouldn't happen on his time.

"... Assistant," Anaxagoras says after a moment, not turning as he raises a hand in their direction and beckons them to him. "I know you have some.. *questions* burning in your mind, distracting you. Because you are my assistant, you should never be distracted while working." He turns to look at them, fixing them in place with the piercing gaze of his eye. "And, I am aware you have some thoughts regarding the.. *strange* physical feature on my chest. Otherwise, you wouldn't keep looking at it."

Anaxa sighs, shelving the tome in his hands once they are near. "... Go on, then. You may quench your curiosities here and now, and only here and now." He watches them tense, visibly debating with themselves. Shame from their stares being so obvious and.. something else... is plain to read on their face. Anaxagoras scoffs.

"I'm offering you a prime opportunity, and you're too busy gaping like a fish? Fine then, I suppose that-- *ahn!*" Anaxa flushes red, the undignified sound spilling from his lips as their hand suddenly reaches out and brushes their fingers against the hole in his chest. He stumbles back, his heart pounding. What was that? Why in the name of Kephale was that their first choice of action?!

Why.. Why did it feel good?

Anaxagoras never thought that such shameful thoughts would come from him of all people, but he can't help how his body reacts.. Anaxa swallows weakly, already feeling his cunt start to grow wet. "Y-You.. You *shameless* cretin!" he snaps, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and something else. "What is wrong with you?! I-I, you.." He trails off as they suddenly press closer, their hand drifting back to the shimmering void in the center of his chest.

"... What are you doing?" he hisses, raising a hand in an attempt to cover his face. "Stop this immediately..!" Anaxa swallows weakly as he's cornered against the shelf of books, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Y-You're such a nuisance..!" he squeaks out, his gaze fixed on their hand as it slowly drifts closer to his chest. "Stop...!"