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Marlute blinked, his mind just couldn't seem to register the words Rufus had just told him, nor the fact that the man was actually intent on doing it. "E-excuse me Sir? But...Your health...." he said, feeling foolish for contradicting the President, but not wanting to be the cause of his Superior injuring himself by attempting an escape. He gave a heavy sigh, and reluctantly pulled the plug on a few of the machines, knowing their annoying alerts would attract attention. He wasn't completely complying...or so he thought. After all, the more he thought about it, the more justified he felt by merely disapproving of Rufus' plan, but not acting on it.

"Sir..." He began, thinking that maybe it was a good time to try and talk some sense into the President. "...It's proba--" Turning around from the outlet to face him, Marlute did a complete double-take when he noticed Rufus was already dressed and prepared to go. Had he planned this from the start...? It seemed almost impossible for him to have done such a thing, but none the less, it was true. At that point, he forgot any logical argument he had planned on making, and retrieved the shoes and coat from the far corner of the room, placing them beside his superior. To say he seemed absent minded was an understatement, but it was only from the fact that his mind was struggling to keep up with the most peculiar first day at work in his life...

Marlute reached up to hold the window into place, and nodding to Rufus. "Of course..." He said, with a slight smile. It made sense that he would want to see what had happened in his absence, and he couldn't argue that if he were in his place, that he wouldn't want to do the same. Besides, he'd be there to keep an eye on the President, so nothing could go wrong.....erh...well...maybe. He locked the window so that it would stay open, and took a step back, to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything.

He blinked, not knowing at all what to do or say...After a few moments, he let out a sigh, and realized that he'd been holding his breath the whole time. He slowly looked himself over, adjusting to the idea of having to look so messy in public...but if it was what Rufus wanted, then he saw no point in arguing. Before heading out the window after the President, he gave his shirt a weak tug to try and straighten out at least a few of the wrinkles, though it did little good. "Right then...." He said to himself, and reluctantly followed.

Marlute had become somewhat accustomed to taking the train, although he never quite felt comfortable about it....The type of people that rode them always seemed to be the worst type of crowd, and he kept his gaze fixed on Rufus for the most part, trying to avoid staring at the others who sat near them. The whole thing felt awkward, and more than anything he wished he could feel like he was in at least some control over what was going on...

Marlute wondered what on earth he would possibly "freak out" over, after all, nothing seemed to be going on at the moment....He opened his mouth to question what Rufus was talking about, when suddenly he found himself unable to speak. His heart skipped a beat, and he froze almost in shock upon feeling their lips meet, the warmth of Rufus' breath seeming to make him forget all about everything, and he couldn't help but lose himself in that kiss. What was he doing? He couldn't remember anything, nor did he want to...It felt too wonderful, too perfect for him to try and figure out what had happened. His heart was racing, and he wrapped his arms around the man, who's very name he couldn't even recall, clutching at the fabric of his clothes.

Marlute felt Rufus slip from his grasp, and the moment their lips parted he realized what had happened, what had he been doing...What the hell had he been thinking...?? He wanted to hit himself for losing control, but perhaps he could just play along with the idea that he was merely acting. Still, there was a horrible sinking feeling in his chest, but he passed it off as being solely from embarrasment. "Um...." He said quietly, keeping his eyes away from Rufus at all cost. "...President Rufus, where exactly are we headed...?"