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Username: rosehearts

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drapes all over the post!!! end of the second day

[perfectly_average]

[He asks Riddle to meet with him during his break.

There are a few things he still needs to talk to him about, now that the younger man's had time to process. While offering him a homemade muffin, Jamil gestures for them to find a place to sit.]

Let's sit up there - nobody should bother us.

now it has aeacus germs all over it

[chopoffyourhead]

[???]

What's this for?

[he's? not used to spontaneous gifts?? omg it's warm and smells so good...

But yes, he'll easily follow Jamil's lead!]

text; un: flotsam

[eelusive]

wat r u wearin

text; un: rosehearts

[chopoffyourhead]

[???]

Floyd?

action, post Tumenalia

[lacecase]

[While the (horrible) festivities sort of put a wrench in normal scheduling, Ginger has tried to make it a point to check in on Riddle after their first meeting. He was just so cute and sweet, she wanted to make sure he was managing! Once the city is well enough back to normal, she was quick to invite him over for tea and snacks at her store.

This time to go along with the cookies, she has tiny cucumber sandwiches! Easy sandwiches are about the best of her ability when it comes to cooking. With the tray placed on the table between them, Ginger pours them each a cup and then gets comfortable in her seat.]

I'm so glad you could stop by! I've been looking forward to seeing you again. How are you holding up? Everything peachy?

[chopoffyourhead]

[As always, Riddle looks absolutely delighted but the assortment of treats. He gives his gratitude as he gets settled as well, taking a reinvigorating sip of tea.

Then, he places it back on the plate, smiling at Ginger.]

You're too kind, as always.

[An embarrassed flush comes to his cheeks as he averts his gaze.] I'm... definitely doing better, now that Tumenalia is over.

[And then he returns his attention to her.] How about yourself? I hope you were able to stay safe.

~12/07

[perfectly_average]

[Riddle probably knows Jamil had this big fight with Azul the other day, by now, so it might not be a big surprise that Jamil just suddenly... sits next to him.

Maybe it's a little more of a surprise that he simply rests his forehead on Riddle's shoulder without a single word.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[He does, and Riddle hadn't spoken a word of it. What he has done is small things where he can: fetching Jamil something to drink, offering to cook food again, cleaning up little things here and there. Just a few less things for Jamil to worry about.

He's currently on his device, and pauses when he feels the forehead on his shoulder. He glances to Jamil, then puts his device away. He shifts slightly, and, after a moment... gently, shyly nuzzles the side of his cheek against Jamil's head, letting his eyes fall closed.]

backdated to before holiday events

[perfectly_average]

[At some point, Jamil realizes Riddle needs to know about... something.

Something fairly important. So, here's Jamily, being a Good Neighbor, showing up with some snacks to go with the bad (for Riddle) news.]

Good afternoon. There's something I'd like to check with you about.

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle blinks, then gives a smile. Even if unexpected, Jamil's company is always nice.]

Certainly. Please come in.

[He holds the door open for Jamil. He'll lead them up the stairs to his room afterward, and hold the door for him there, too.]

un: wingkink (misfire)

[flawful]

[The misfire is nothing but an image, one that Hermes isn't even aware exists.]

1/2 un: rose<3scocks

[chopoffyourhead]

[... who is this?]

misfire text: UN: uwuuuuuuu

[flameinthedarkness]

how much vibration can a human body take

un: rose<3scocks

[chopoffyourhead]

[........................

what

there is such temptation to just. leave this on read.

SIGH]

Whoever this is, I'm pretty sure I'm not your intended recipient.

text misfire; un: pigbenis

[eelusive]

how to impress someone

do humans like being given big fish as a gift

what color roses look nice together

when is it ok to suggest anal

[... Floyd's search history is very colorful.]

un: rose<3scocks

[chopoffyourhead]

[WELL... this sure is something

And Riddle almost overlooks it but

Then

There's the roses

And the fish

And the typing...

And it's a little too coincidental.]

................Floyd?

Misfires - video, un: pay2play

[dealing_fine]

[Riddle receives a video file to his phone, because why wouldn't he? Who knows if Riddle will even need to voluntarily play it with the way the devices are acting.

It's Azul, alone in his bedroom. He's humming to himself, low and soothing, as he starts taking his clothes off. Well, no, that's not quite accurate. He's very clearly stripping, not just undressing, a clear element of provocation in how he moves.

But the more skin shows, the slower and more stilted he gets, until the private show just stalls out entirely. Azul stares at himself in the mirror, shirt undone and pants unbuttoned, still a little too thin but more leanly muscled than Riddle might have expected, and curses quietly. He fixes his clothes far, far faster than he'd opened them.

'This isn't working...']

un: rose<3scocks, misfire video

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle realizes that this might be a misfire... a little too late in that his attention is now wholly occupied by the show in front of him.

But... the intense discomfort quickly becomes apparent, and his expression soon becomes more focused, as if trying to figure out what's happening.

Azul is thin, he notices. His clothes usually covered it up pretty well, but now it's very apparent. Why?...

He murmurs quietly:]

What isn't working?

action;

[eelusive]

[Floyd doesn’t make plans… not usually. It takes less effort to tackle things as they come. But in his time in the city, he’s learned a lot about compromise, and how the easy way isn’t necessarily the fun way.

So seven o’clock on a Saturday it is. Floyd makes sure the house is clear and the door is unlocked, because there’s no chance he’ll be able to answer it when he’s so slippery. He tells Riddle as much in a brief text, instructs him to come in and find him tucked away at the back of the house in a tub that’s not nearly big enough for a merman to swim, but at least big enough to keep his tail from spilling onto the floor.

Arranged on the counter nearby in a glass vase is a bouquet of red and white roses, their silken petals just about to bloom. So. He’s in his usual form, he’s going to catch him some (all) crabs, and he has his favorite flowers. Nailed it, right?

Whenever Riddle comes in, Floyd smiles, his chin rested atop his folded arms, and offers a wiggle of his aural fins in greeting.]

Yooo~

1/2

[chopoffyourhead]

[...Riddle wasn't expecting this.

Maybe it was foolish to think their date would be starting properly once they got to the beach, or maybe after Floyd got the crabs. As it is, he stands in the doorway, one hand at his side and the other on the doorframe as a blush spreads across his face.

The flowers... the candles... This is all, frankly, far more romantic than Riddle could have ever anticipated.]

February 1, action

[lacecase]

[So, after this happens, Ginger's maternal instincts go into absolute overdrive. It's a small miracle that she's home when she is and not completely losing track of time working on a project at her store--something she's more than a little thankful for when there's a sweet boy in need of some comforting.

After she hears the crying from her own room, muffled as it may be, she takes a quick diversion into the kitchen before approaching Riddle's room. Ginger hesitates for a second before knocking lightly.]

Riddle, honey? Can I come in?

[chopoffyourhead]

[—damnit, he didn't mean to make a ruckus...

He swallows thickly, and strains out—]

S-sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you... I-I'm fine, really...

after Hamburger stuff

[perfectly_average]

[At some point not long after the whole thing with Hamburger, Jamil will be gently pressing something into Riddle's hands. It's a small bag with a tiny card poking out.]

For you...

[Jamil gives a tiny smile, and then awkwardly looks to the side... before gently brushing his hand against Riddle's upper arm. Just as he turns to go.]

screeches how did i forget i had this gem

[chopoffyourhead]

[There's a blink as he's given something, and his cheeks immediately dust a little pink as he looks down at the offering...

And then there's a little stutter of his breath at that touch, before he looks up. Quickly situating the bag in one hand, he reaches out with the other to gently catch Jamil's shoulder.]

...leaving so soon?

sometime before Hypnos' party

[perfectly_average]

[Before they all set off for Hypnos' party, Jamil finds a moment to tug Riddle aside.]

... Is everything okay?

[chopoffyourhead]

[He seems a bit distracted, before he looks to Jamil.]

...hm?

[Oh. He looks... tired. There's immediately a bit of guilt on his face.]

Ah... [...] No, but... you shouldn't push yourself, Jamil.

[It's said quietly and gently. A very soft "no".]

Backdated to before Valentines

[flawful]

[Hermes has, admittedly, been spending quite a bit of time at The Ark. He finds it's a great distraction from, well, everything, including the feeling of being outcast that tended to settle from time to time. He still didn't really understand the upcoming holiday that people seemed to be preparing for in a few days, but Emet-Selch had explained it enough that he got the gist of it.

He really shouldn't be jealous of him and Hythlodaeus, of the close relationship they shared. But. Well...he is. Just a little bit.

So why not spend time amongst creatures that would shower him with affection, no strings attached? The dogs were always happy to see him and the cats would purr and kneed his knees if he let them sit on his lap. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered to deal with people at all. It was so much easier sometimes to be alone.

But he's not alone here today at the sanctuary. Riddle had arrived earlier to tend to the hedgehogs and other rodents and Hermes had let him be. It's only when Hermes finishes what he'd been working on in a back room that he decides to find the boy. It doesn't take long to track him down as Hermes pokes his head in the doorway with a smile.]

Riddle? Apologies for disturbing you...but I've something I would like to show you if you're free.

[chopoffyourhead]

Ah, Hermes.

[Riddle stands from where he'd been, Clover nestled in his hands. The little green hedgehog looks at Hermes, then rubs his face with his paws.]

I was just spending some time with Clover. Mind if I bring him along?

text | un:diva

[colorature]

[There is no message that comes with her text it's just an unsolicited feet pic, her toes sporting a nice blue polish. Sorry not sorry.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[oh! he understands!]

That's quite a lovely shade of blue. It suits you well, your highness.

~2/28

[perfectly_average]

[Knock knock~]

[chopoffyourhead]

[Jamil is such a menace. A wonderful, attractive menace.

He opens the door...

Then grabs him by the wrist, playfully tugging him inside.]

Text: UN; Gloomurai

[flameinthedarkness]

[It’s a bit out of the blue, but…]

hey. I going to get coffee n cake. U wanna go?

[Totally casual and normal, right? …other than the fact Idia had done this unprompted to Riddle.

Who would had thought.]

text: un; rosehearts

[chopoffyourhead]

[Wait.

What?

Riddle has to triple check that this is from Idia. And that, yes, he is being invited out for coffe and cake.

... there's only one way this makes sense in his head...]

This is Riddle. I think you sent the invitation to me by mistake.

audio; un: flotsam

[eelusive]

[Floyd has to muster up all the energy to bother sending this, and even when he thinks he knows how to ask, he has to tap his chin and stare at his little stitched Riddle doll for several minutes in further preparation. Hm. Hmmngh…

He’s never really minded much before, but… people react so differently to it and…

The feed starts with a spontaneous and loud,]

Goldfishie! I wanna show you something!!

[Nailed it.]

audio; un: rosehearts

[chopoffyourhead]

—woah!

[Riddle almost feels like he just got punched in the face with an invitation.]

S-sure? What is it...?

un: viper, voice

[perfectly_average]

Good afternoon, wardatī.

Is this a good time?

voice

[chopoffyourhead]

Jamil? You said... [Carefully repeated:] wardati?

Of course, what is it?

backdated to 4/20

[perfectly_average]

[Around this moment, Jamil gently sends a message.]

You okay?

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle doesn't expect for Jamil to be watching his other conversation, so there's an initial moment of confusion.]

I'm doing alright. What inspired this?

April 30th, post party

[caycay]

[As tempting as it had been to simply bail with Silver and Idia back home after the festivities die down and guests start to disburse...it wouldn't be right. In part because of the cleanup that needs to happen, which is definitely his responsibility, and in part because of that raincheck he asked for, earlier. Not that Cater's, like, jumping to get into it or anything...but he'd rather avoid it coming up again at a time when he's unprepared. At least right now he's braced for it.

So, he'd waved them off home without him, opting instead to stay behind and bunk with Riddle. It was too dangerous to travel back alone at night; Cater would just head home in the morning.

When the last of the chairs has been stacked and put away and the final plates re-packaged, Cater flops onto the living room couch with a relieved sigh.]

Okay, I'm officially wiped out. I'm relegating myself to party guest and guest only for the foreseeable future.

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle, for his part, had taken it upon himself to do as much of the clean-up as possible, and relegated Cater to the lighter, easier tasks. Since he'd insisted on helping, after all— otherwise, Riddle would've sooner done it all himself.

With Clover put away into his cage, Riddle comes back down the stairs as Cater says that.]

Sounds good to me. I can get us a simple meal started for dinner.

[Something that he's had to get better at by necessity since Ginger was Ginger.]

Has your headache eased up, any?

["Headache".]

Action, somewhere in the week of 5/1 through 5/8

[caycay]

[It's been a rough week for a few reasons. Cater's been assigned to multiple classes, some of them more difficult than others for varying different reasons. This one is the only one that has any active homework, though, and it has the normally-chill ginger feeling particularly...pent up.

That's why he sends Riddle a message asking if he can come over for awhile, just needing to get away from his usual habitat. He's on his way before he actually receives word, figuring that his Housewarden's unlikely to turn him down unless he's busy...and if he is, well, Cater'll find something else to do. Or maybe he can even get put to work. Anything to distract him.]

Yo!

[When he arrives at the Pastel House and Riddle answers the door, Cater's smiling but clearly frazzled. At least, this time, it doesn't seem like the kind of emotional exhaustion he was dealing with during the party. No, this looks more like a manic sort of restlessness.]

How's it going, Queen?

[chopoffyourhead]

[Well... Riddle had wondered about why Cater asked to come over, but hadn't thought too hard on it.

But when he opens the door and sees Cater like that? Yep, those are definitely red flags.]

Cater?

[Riddle steps aside to let him in.]

Come in. Are you alright?

action; about a week post-party

[eelusive]

[It’s been a weird couple of days. A weird couple of months actually. And with Floyd keeping to himself most of the time, it’s rare to see him anywhere outside of Catsanova or his room. It’s not like he hasn’t been getting out. It’s just that he doesn’t want to be found and bothered. He is a moray, after all.

Today though, it seems he’s changing up his schedule.

In the late afternoon, Floyd cuts one of his parkour sessions short. Rather than trudge back home, however, Floyd makes a quick detour to the little pink house next door, hesitates and hesitates some more–

–before finally ringing the doorbell. Part of him hopes nobody’s home… but truthfully it’s not a very big part.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle has still been regularly coming over to Jamil's house, at least, though of course, he wouldn't bother Floyd if he was clearly wanting space.

And... it so happens that late afternoon that Riddle is coming back from work. And just in time to see Floyd hesitate at the door. With a little smile, he comes up behind him.]

No one's home. Not yet, at least.

voice; un: flotsam

[eelusive]

[Now this one… Floyd has to think long and hard about. By now there’s hardly anyone from his close circle who doesn’t know about what he and Jade were up to earlier this month… and in fact Riddle happened to be one of the first to know at all. Does he regret what he did? No. Does he care about what other people think about it? No, not in the least.

Yet he craves some form of validation anyway, not necessarily for committing a crime, but… just for being here, he guesses.

In his hyper focused mania, Floyd grabs his device and runs out to sit atop his roof. He sends more messages, snaps blurry photos of trees and the moon… then finally musters up the courage to call.]

You’re probably sleeping ‘cause you’re always sleeping early like a good kid… But I wanted to say good night anyway. Even if you’re mad or scared ‘bout what I did, I’m not really sorry.

[There’s a long pause… then Floyd grumbles as he scratches his head.]

… No, but I am though. You’re always doing the right thing and I can’t ‘cause I’m dumb and angry.

[Another beat. Then, softer,]

… But I still wanna be your moray.

voice; un: rosehearts

[chopoffyourhead]

[A few moments later, Floyd will be getting a message.]

Floyd...? What's wrong?

[The voice of a teen who is fighting the battle for consciousness.]

Text Meme cont'd

[fearofeverything]

[Quietly, he speaks up, stepping out of the shadows.]

What does that feel like, anyway?

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle looks over, so used to Jamil suddenly appearing out of nowhere that Vanitas doing the same doesn't startle him either. There's a blink, then he thinks.]

...caring?