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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

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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.

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[ 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.