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[godmaker]

WHO: Neuvillette and you!
WHERE: Libra app
WHEN: February 12th
WHAT: Local Old Man Puts Out Another Ad (Valentines Edition)
WARNINGS: None

☆ Looking for Paid Escort

I am looking for a person to pose as my companion on the 14th of February. There are many 'couples-only' experiences in this city and I wish to attend these and immerse myself in the experience. I do not have a preference for appearance, gender, or magical ability. If you are of divinity please do not exhibit any divine characteristics in my vicinity.

Events may include, and are not limited to:

• Wedding cake sampling (There may be nut allergens)


• A pastry-making class (There may be nut allergens)


• A dance class (There may be nut allergens)


• A multiple-course meal themed around heart shapes (Pescetarian)


• A boat ride on the lake (the boat is OSHA certified safe. I am willing to provide swimming lessons for safety.)

I will pay a rate of at least $400/hour, for a minimum of four (4) hours. You may negotiate depending on your skills and/or certifications.

• do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers

Comments

[majeste]

[ well, that is one way to stop her in her tracks. she shouldn't be so flustered by such a simple action or such simple words, it is nothing short of the truth after all. even so, she stills as he tucks a curl behind her ear, absently leaning into the touch despite herself.

that would be nice, wouldn't it? waking up to one another just as they had always done. maybe they could get a couch and coffee table for her room, maybe a collection of otter themed blankets and─ ]

I would like that, Neuvillette.

[ and then he's gone. ten in the morning, at the end of brick alley. not sleeping in furina, you have a date to attend. ]

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[godmaker]

[No otters in their sleeping chambers please and thank you. They cannot, under any circumstances, have an inkling of how much he yearns to fold this woman in half against the nearest horizontal surface.]

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[godmaker]

[Neuvillette, like always, arrives on the dot - neither early or late. He is underdressed, for his standards at least: wearing a suit without the suit jacket, hair loose down his back. He's holding a bouquet of candied red roses, and there's some sugar on his gloves, already, because he's picked one of the petals and eaten them.]

[majeste]

[ maybe certain people should get an inkling, monsieur neuvillette. you might just learn that she may very well yearn to be folded in half by you.

to her credit, Furina does not sleep in! she woke up much later than she wanted too but still enough time to ensure she found a outfit to wear and was able to tame her hair into something respectable with a blue hair piece. although this does lead her to be exactly three and a half minutes late to the appointed meeting place. ]

Neuvillette! [ considering what she is used to him wearing on a daily basis, this is considerably underdressed. although she cannot help but find it refreshing, her lips pressed together into a knowing smile. ] I did not make you wait too long, did I?

[godmaker]

Not at all.

[He's seen her counterpart in about 72682638 different outfits, but he's still not used to the Furina that was his Archon in such casual garb (since he averts his eyes politely every time they cross paths in his own home).]

You look charming as always. [BARK BARK BARK BARK BA] Here. [Handing her the roses.] Freshly candied. Not too sweet.

[majeste]

[ sometimes it is nice to go outside and not have people stare at you. she learned very quickly that her usual state of dress had a tendency to draw more eyes than she was willing to suffer, thus she adapted. although it turned out that the fashion of this city lined up fairly well with her own. ]

As do you, my dear Iudex. [ she takes the roses with a smile, her gaze flicking up to the sugar on his gloves and then up further to the corner of his mouth. ] Just sweet enough for even your tastes? Come here, you have some sugar caught right there.

[ reaching up furina points to the spot in question, her hand hovering in the air but not daring to touch. ]

[godmaker]

True. Flowers taste better when candied. [??????????] Ah, do I...?

[And he bends down without hesitation, like he's expecting her to wipe the sugar off. Which he is.]

[majeste]

[ !!! oh, she didn't expect him to do that. surprise writes itself across her face for a moment before she uses her thumb to gently wipe those rogue specks of sugar from the corner of his mouth. she inhales sharply, eyes widening a fraction, her hand lingering there before she drops it suddenly and clears her throat. ]

Ahem, t-that's much better. [ deep breath, deep breath. maybe she'll distract herself by taking one of this petals herself and eating it. yes, that is a great idea. ]

[godmaker]

[He licks absently at a fang before straightening up, staring down at her with his pupils slitted so thin they're nearly gone.]

Thank you. Do not eat so much of it now, we are expected to eat the fruits of the pastry class. [He sighs. His macaron dreams... he hopes he doesn't disappoint Furina, this is why he wanted to take the class, after all. There's an arm that drapes heavy over her shoulders, and he starts walking.] Come. The patisserie is quite close.

[majeste]

[ it is hard not to notice how he stares, how his pupils are so thin that they are practically gone. it is hard not to notice how her pulse quickens and her heart feels as though it has leapt directly into her throat. ]

Now, now, you of all people ought to know I always have room for pastries. [ that definitely has something to do with the fact she did not eat before she arrived, having woken up as late as she did. she looks up at him as his arm drapes heavily over her shoulders and reminds herself of her own words, she did claim that she would be able to play the part of a lover with ease. ] You haven't told me what drew you to a pastry class, Neuvillete. Surely you haven't developed a sweet tooth.

[godmaker]

[Well, Neuvillette isn't playing the part of anything. He's Just Like This.]

I have not, yes. But you have one.

[He hums, thoughtful, tucking her close to his side when someone shoulders against them aggressively while power-walking.] And Wriothesley too, sometimes likes to take snacks with his tea.

[majeste]

O-oh?

[ he is just like this, a fact that would not be endearing to anyone but furina herself. perhaps she needn't play any part, their relationship is already close enough that one might already think them lovers (or at least something to that effect), isn't it? perhaps she needn't overthink her every step and action of this excursion.

neuvillette pulls her in closer and she lets out a small noise of surprise. how rude of that guy. ]

So you thought you'd learn how to make pastries for us? That is very sweet.

[godmaker]

It pleases me to be able to take care of the both of you.

[There is about five seconds before he realizes what that sounds like, and the tips of his ears flush red. Wow these window displays are so interesting. So interesting that he's not looking at her!!! He's too old to blush like a truant schoolboy like this!!!]

I meant - [He can't lie though.] - I meant what I said. I am not very good with making edible things, so please do not expect much from me.

[majeste]

[ !!! she heard that!! she sees thoughts ears turning red! don't lie about the window displays being interesting, you know the most interesting thing here right now actually furina!!

she shouldn't tease him, but it is oh so tempting, and she wants very much to just reach up and touch the tips of his ears. would they be warm? very likely. he is so lucky that he is so tall and is spared her curiosity. ]

The fact that you want to try is more than enough for me, Neuvillette. [ her free hand reaches to take hold of his. ] Wriothesley would think so too, I'm sure.

[godmaker]

[Imagine being short and carryable??? Couldn't be him. He hopes, for about half a second, that she can't feel how cold his hand is (betraying his nervousness), but then he realizes how warm hers is, and he immediately laces their hands together, because he truly has his priorities straight.]

The Duke is baffling to me as ever. I hope you are getting along; he is a good man, quite charismatic. [The idea comes to him like dulcet tones on the wind, and he very sincerely hopes it is not Barbatos. If he somehow- arranged her, and Wriothesley, into a companionship, maybe he can keep them both in his home? Perhaps?]

[majeste]

[ if you pick her up she will bite!! if she notices how cold his hands are she does not let it show, squeezing his hand briefly after he laces them together. ]

He is not nearly as baffling as you think he is. [ besides, most people are baffling to nevuillette, are they not? ] We are getting along wonderfully. He's... [ she trails off a little, looking off to the side as they walk. ] He is a good man, you are correct. I enjoy his company as much as I enjoy yours.

[godmaker]

That is good to hear.

[What does that Mean?????? They're that close? Far be it from Neuvillette to be jealous (he is. But he can't be jealous of Wriothesley because that is incredibly moronic of him. He has the horrifying realization he does not quite know which one of them he's jealous of actually.) but well, at least they're having a good time? They would have the same lifespan now? Wait that makes him sad. At least the weather doesn't give him away here.

He forgets for a moment Furina knows what he looks like when all of his braincells start to grind against each other and overheat, and he hopes she doesn't see. ANYWAY.]

Ah, I can see the patisserie. [One can't miss it, because the entrance is ringed by red-and-pink balloons, and a board set up front that proclaimed,

RAPTUROUS PASTRY CLASS
LIMITED TIME ONLY / 2 PAX+
TEMPT EACH OTHER INTO SIN TODAY

]

[majeste]

[ yes, she is intimately familiar with that look on his face and what it means. unfortunately for him she gaze flicks back just in time to see it, her brow knitting together into a frown. was it something she said? is it because she said she enjoys wriothesley company as much as she enjoys neuvillette's? she wants to stop walking right then and there, pull him down to her level and headbutt him for whatever thoughts are passing through that silly mind of his.

maybe she should take venti's advice and tell them, put any misunderstandings to bed before they have a chance to take root. ]

Neuvi─ [ he points out the patisserie and furina is stopped in her tracks, gaze flicking towards the red-and-pink balloons and the proclamation set proudly upon the board. 'tempt each other into sin?!' neuvilllette what kind of class did you find for them?? ] Ah, w-wonderful. We're here!

[godmaker]

[Listen. He found it on the Internet okay. The promise of learning how to make dessert in a day - for a guy who has tried for about 400 years - was too promising.

The man standing at the entrance spots them, and waves his clipboard, grinning. He is wearing an apron. He is not wearing a shirt.

Neuvillette dips his head next to hers, lips at her ear. See!!! Casual thing to do for husband and wife!! Partners! Girlfriend and boyfriend!!! A god and her most ardent worshipper!!!]

If I make you uncomfortable at any time, or if you want to leave, let me know.

[majeste]

[ who thought it was a good idea to let him have unrestricted access to the internet???

any comment she had been planning on making about the man wearing an apron but a noticeable lack of shirt are utterly forgotten. his breath is warm against her ear, his words only barely being parsed amongst the roar of her own pulse in her ears.

furina takes a deep breath in and turns her head, keenly aware of the man that spotted them, pressing her lips to his own in a light and quick kiss. you know!! casual thing to do for husband and wife!! partners!!! girlfriend and boyfriend!!! there is no doubt that is exactly what they are now, right?! ]

There is no scenario in which you could make me uncomfortable. [ do not pay attention to how terribly red her cheeks are, or how it reaches up to the tips of her ears. do not pay attention to any of that. without missing a beat she is pulling him along towards the shirtless man, grinning widely. ] Come along, mon amour! You promised me pastries!

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[godmaker]

[WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM]

[godmaker]

[He's in mute shock when he's pulled inside. He's still in shock when they come up to the counter, guided by Apron Man, and he fumbles with his wallet as he takes it out to pay for the lesson.

His hands is still curled around hers, though, as he deals with the payment one-handed. He receives a pair of aprons, and mystifyingly, a pair of angel and demon headbands - one with a halo attached to it, and another with red, plastic horns.]

Apparently. [He turns to her, bewildered. Apron Man smiles blindingly at the two of them.] One of us is to be tempted. One is the tempter. Who do you want to be?

[majeste]

[ SHE DIDN'T JUST DO IT TO HIM, SHE DID IT TO HERSELF!!

her cheeks are positively burning as she drags him inside, trying to focus on anything that isn't the stunned dragon at her side. why did she do that?! she certainly didn't have to do that?! logically, yes they have an image to maintain in order to ensure their entry into this couples cooking class but it wasn't logic that urged her to kiss him.

she wanted to do it, and she did, and now she... has no idea what she is supposed to do now.

neuvillette turns to her and furina blinks rapidly, her gaze flick between the pair of headbands and his face. haha, surely he is bewildered by the headbands and not the kiss? haha. ]

Well, [ absently she squeezes his hand. ] The tempter? You already have horns, a second pair would just look silly.