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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

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If we want to get technical, kissing me is still a gamble.

[ Depending on whether he's eaten recently or not. ]

So...

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie might be a dork, but he knows a suggestion when he hears one. He waggles his eyebrows.]

I do like a gamble.

[He doesn't wait for an answer, just leans right up and kisses Rohan square on the mouth.]

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[ Eddie beat him to the punch, it seems. Rohan wasn't going to bother with an answer, letting it instead be a kiss that he's been kinda jonesing for. Funny how it worked out this way. He presses himself into the kiss the best he can.

A snicker falls against Eddie's lips on a breath, low and sweet-- ]

No one will ever appreciate your dark wit the way I can...~ That's my brand of humor.

[thefuckingbeam]

[ It's a mark of how much Eddie doesn't give a fuck that he could care less if he does get poisoned. He kisses Rohan with little reservations, letting his mind swim with the nice rush of hormones that comes with kissing someone you like.

God, he's fucked, isn't he?

He pulls back lips his lips.]

I appreciate that about you. A lot.

[manuscripture]

[ way fucked. ]

I'm an acquired taste.

[ Very acquired.

All of his coils shift about, lazily pulling himself around from behind Eddie to more or less draping himself in his lap. He snatches the book back too and pops it open to the page Eddie had been previously working on. ]

Not interested in finishing this? [ With the mischievous inflection in Rohan's voice making the suggestion, it doesn't look like anything constructive is getting finished now. ]

[thefuckingbeam]

You can say that again.

[And Eddie? Well. He's acquired it.

His arms shift to slide around Rohan as the naga slides into his lap, the tips of his fingers flirting under the hem of Rohan's shirt. He eyes the drawing he'd been working on, and pulls an exaggerated face.]

Yeah, not so much. Something way more interesting's fallen into my lap.

[manuscripture]

You have two sides too, Marco.

That would be pot, meet kettle.

10/31

[thefuckingbeam]

[On the morning of his birthday, Rohan will hear a loud KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK at the front door of his castle, followed by a loud scurrying as a pair of big old bunny feet beat a quick retreat to the cover of the woods so he can watch. When the door opens, Rohan will find a small package wrapped carefully but shoddily in brown paper, with a green ribbon tied around it. Inside is a note, and a tiny box containing a necklace. It's clearly not store-bought; the chain is delicate and silver, and at the end of it is a hand-carved pendant. In ebony wood, Eddie's carved a rabbit with a snake wrapped around it. Not threateningly, not aiming to kill, but lovingly. The wood's been polished and stained so it catches the light beautifully, nestled in its little box. The note attached says:]

Rohan,

I'm not great at gifts, but I figured the least I could do was make something by hand instead of buying you some useless shit that nobody needs. You don't have to wear it if you don't want, but if you did, it'd make me pretty fucking happy. Happy birthday.

xo,
Eddie

[rediscover]

[Before any of the above shenanigans, far earlier than Anna would normally rise when she doesn't strictly have to, the castle undergoes something of a transformation. Rohan's bedroom door is decorated with the greatest of stealth, draped in garlands of flowers in alternating green, white, and pink, with golden cardstock letters every few inches spelling out HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROHAN!

There's a trail of flower petals leading down the spiraling staircase to the kitchen, where Rohan will find the rest of his birthday surprise set up. There's a handsomely-wrapped package containing a thick, soft hand-knit sweater from Lorna, bearing the golden pen nib insignia that Rohan so often sports in intricate colorwork. Beside the package on the counter is the main event: a huge chocolate fountain, pouring out both white and dark chocolate in alternating streams, and a bowl off to the side with marshmallows and soft pieces of fruit for dipping.

And hiding behind the kitchen counter...well, that barely-stifled giggling isn't coming from nowhere.]

stop this is gay

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[ Rohan's about to go to work after the lovely party-thing the girls threw for him. Dare he say that he's in a good mood enough to leave the house and betray his original plan of not going anywhere. The knocking on the door and the gift in the box are...

Something.

The attached note from the sender is about as eloquent as that person can get. ]

Eddie, are you out here?

[thefuckingbeam]

[Welp, the jig is up. Eddie peeks around from behind his chosen tree and grins across the way at Rohan, before bounding up to the door with long, jaunty strides.]

Oh, hey. I was just passing through.

[manuscripture]

Just passing through to stand behind an oddly specific tree?

[ He holds the little item up with the chain woven through his fingers. ]

Cute. I thought I said not to get me anything.

[thefuckingbeam]

You got me. I came to see you.

[Eddie's grin never wavers, and he waggles a finger.]

Right. And I didn't get you anything. I made you something. That's completely different.

[manuscripture]

[ After being ATTACKED by a cute sign and flower garlands... Rohan slithers down the stairs. By the time he has made it all the way through to the kitchen upon that trail of flower petals, he is still pulling leaves and flowers out of his hair.

Where does one GET a chocolate fountain these days? ]

What in the world... [ His ears are sharper than one might think and, well, the counter is soon being wound around with a sweep of his tail. Anna will get a tap-tap on her shoulder. ]

Are you just going to leave all of this out? It will go bad, you know...

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That's still getting me something. That's cheating.

[ He wiggles his fingers, letting the light catch on it and shine with whatever varnish it has been done up with making it look smooth as butter. ]

The girls made me a sweater. You're not the only one who skirted around my rules. What am I going to do with all of you?

[rediscover]

[It's hard to wait for him to finally come down, but when she hears that familiar slithering of coils over the stone floor, it gets even harder. But she's not expecting that tap on her shoulder, and she jumps, shedding a few chrysanthemum petals as she does, and lets out a giddy squeal.]

Oh! No! It's for you, silly! Happy birthday, Rohan!

[thefuckingbeam]

How is that cheating? It's a technicality. That's completely different.

[He grins, waggling his eyebrows, watching Rohan dangle his gift from his fingers.]

Guess you'll just have to suck it up, buttercup.

[manuscripture]

[ He keeps it dangling expectantly. ]

Are you going to stand there or do the honors like a good boyfriend?

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie's eyebrows hitch upwards. Normally they've be lost in his hair, but—he's combed it.]

You wanna—?

[aw hell yeah

He takes the chain from Rohan's fingers and comes up behind him as best he can considering the tail, so he can clasp the necklace around Rohan's neck.]

[manuscripture]

Duh.

[ Eddie, you silly rabbit. Rohan wiggles his shoulders and preens at his collar with his fingers while Eddie does his thing. They wander over the pendant fondly. ]

It's beautiful, Eddie. I love it.

[thefuckingbeam]

[He snorts, but fits the clasp together, and on impulse leans in to brush a kiss against the back of Rohan's neck. His skin is nice and cool against Eddie's hot-blooded lips.]

Yeah? I'm glad. I just...wanted something that'd make you think of me.

[manuscripture]

[ When was the last time he said that something was 'beautiful' in the sentimental way? It freaks him out for the moment Eddie kisses at his neck. ]

Like I don't do that enough? You command a heavy amount of my attention as it is. [ The pendant sits right above where his key does when it settles in. ]

... There is a Fog tonight, Eddie.

[peccatore]

[...]


I guess I can't say you're wrong.

[thefuckingbeam]

I'd apologize, but...I'm not sorry.

[He comes around Rohan's other side and raises an eyebrow at the naga.]

Yeah? Should I be on the lookout for some Halloween tricks?

[manuscripture]

I don't want you to apologize.

[ He's so fond of Eddie that it's disgusting.

With a sweep of his tail, he coils about Eddie's feet, catching him up in his cape. ]

Maybe. I knew that She was going to be up to something today. With the new arrivals, I am unsure of what exactly that will be.