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[manuscripture]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, ROHAN KISHIBE. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 512.66.730.91 *** USER has joined 512.66.730.91 <AUTOMATED REPLY, DO NOT RETURN:> You have reached the inbox of Rohan Kishibe. I am currently away and unable to answer messages. Leave a BRIEF message with a subject line below. Messages will be replied to in order of importance and subject matter. Advertisements and junk mail will be ignored and blocked from this server.

[ 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! ))

Comments

[thefuckingbeam]

i mean we dont have to SAY it or anything

[manuscripture]

Honestly, I'm glad that this isn't face to face. I'm making a fool of myself.

[thefuckingbeam]

are


are you blushing

[manuscripture]

Who cares.

[thefuckingbeam]

i do, babe

that's cute as hell

[manuscripture]

That's so saccharine, my teeth are going to fall out.

What have you done...

[thefuckingbeam]

oh no you need those
i know how much you like to bite

anyway im not the one that used the b word
that was all you

[manuscripture]

I was feeling it out. Sue me.

Why yes, I do like to bite.

[thefuckingbeam]

i really dont mind


youre welcome to do it again sometime if you want

[manuscripture]

Uh.

I can tell you right now that it would be very ill-advised.

[ unless you wanna like die again ]

[thefuckingbeam]

oh right
snake
poison
Big Teeth

[manuscripture]

Very good.

What other intelligent strings of words can you manage for me?

[thefuckingbeam]

oh yeah you bet

you
cute
lets make out

this is so homosexual

[manuscripture]

So forward. I agree.

Too bad I'm all the way at home. The ego-stroking is divine nonetheless.

And here I thought I liked you better if you kept your trap shut.

[ you're both bad at flirting and you should feel bad but eddie's game is on-point. ]

i cant fucking believe this

[thefuckingbeam]

i mean we could change that
im good at stroking more than egos
or at least you didnt complain the last time

it is 1030 in the goddamn morning

[manuscripture]

Are you saying you wish to pay me a visit?

You wasted no time becoming fond of me.

i love Sinning

[thefuckingbeam]

im not gonna say no to that

listen
youre real persuasive
and i dont half-ass anything

[manuscripture]

Persuasive with what exactly?

also the door is open. I'm upstairs.

[thefuckingbeam]

as in, you say literally anything and it makes me wanna get next to you

[Honestly it's almost as bad as the fuckspit.]

be there in two shakes

eddie "im not gay tho" dean

[manuscripture]

Good boy.

I'll fetch wine from the basement. See you.

[thefuckingbeam]

[What the fuck that's hot???

Eddie takes a few minutes to make himself look Presentable; he actually combs his hair, which is getting to be a Chore with the little antler nubs now pushing through between his ears. He wears one of the nice new outfits Rohan had given him, a button-down with the sleeves rolled up and a nice pair of jeans, and tucks a cigarette behind his ear before he hops on his bike and heads over to Rohan's place. Castle. Jesus, Eddie never thought he'd be dating the owner of a castle.

When he gets to the Love Shack, he parks his motorcycle outside and cuts the engine, hopping off and making his way inside and up all those winding stairs to Rohan's room. He knocks twice on the door.]

Special delivery for a, uh, Ronald? Ron?

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[ The Master of the House is starting to deal with his skin wanting to fall off again. It's horrible, but it's enough to leave weird patchiness all over his tail. Exfoliating his face only goes so far... And he pulls it off well. It's already cold as fuck in the castle despite the stoves and him living where heat rises the most in the whole castle.

This means a lot of sweaters. In his own house. At all times.

Tapping at his bedroom door followed by a cheesy and terrible line slithers him away from the Shittalking Mirror for a minute. Opening the door... ]

That's a bad introduction and you should feel bad.

[ Though he can't QUITE hide some form of amusement in his voice. It just doesn't show in his face. ]

[thefuckingbeam]

[Eddie gives Rohan a shit-eating grin as he opens the door.]

You should expect that from me by now. [At least Rohan doesn't look actively turned-off by Eddie's bad jokes. That's a good sign. And he doesn't miss that little hint of amusement in his voice, either.

Eddie's bunny feet step over Rohan's coils to get out of the doorway.]

Anyone else around today?

[He needs to know for Reasons.]

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[ He can't BE turned off by his bad jokes because he learned to completely endure them through Jotaro.

His tail swishes idly across the floor, allowing Eddie to step over it without any rude attempts to catch his leg. ]

The girls are with their friend Mari at the cafe redecorating. [ He lets the door fall shut. ] They're basically doing all of the upkeep work for me. Why?

[thefuckingbeam]

Ah. Right, 'course. [He shrugs, trying to look casual.] Just curious.

[He wants to make sure they're not going to get walked in on, is what. But he's not going to say that now, it'll make him look...overeager. Eddie Dean plays it cool.

His gaze sweeps around, and settles on the little carved wooden demon on the vanity.]

You really kept that, huh?