[ The last time they met it wasn't really a good first impression but... ]
Right, I never did make up for that ruined cake, didn't I? Um, what kind of cakes do you like. I'll make sure to deliver you some slices to your place later on.
Mmm... yes! I’m so glad you understand me. And the fact you’re going to make up for that awful cake incident in a way I like...! I think I’m going to have to re-evaluate you.
I think you're better off asking a gorilla knight for that but idk if he'll say yes
I just wanna show my thanks that's all! You gave me a job and let me do whatever I want So it's my turn to return the favor 😄 As long as it doesn't involve undying loyalty or just plain dying
[ so— what happens when you accidentally activate your communicator while you're working out? something fucking stupid, that's what.
poor BB is going to get the equivalent of a buttdial today, one caused by careless mishandling of a device meant to be treated with more care. he's gotten sweat all over its surface, so naturally—
—he scrubs it with the flat of his forearm. doesn't realize that the touching has opened up the master directory, chosen someone to call at random.
first, she'll get an eyeful of his bare chest. then, a Blair Witch Project-level camera panup to Diarmuid's face.
text;
Right, I never did make up for that ruined cake, didn't I? Um, what kind of cakes do you like. I'll make sure to deliver you some slices to your place later on.
text;
text;
[ This is not meant as an innuendo but....... it's not as if he knows that................... ]
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[ ...yeah this is just his life now. ]
delivery on 12/25
a little baggie is left on her pillow. how did it get there? WHO KNOWS.
upon untying the red ribbon and opening the bag, she will find this bracelet.
and a note:]
Your nice deeds outweighed your naughty deeds this year. Good job.
Happy Holidays.
[it's not signed but
well, he figures she'll find out (somehow) anyway. still, he really hopes she does not and it will remain a secret forever.]
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Hmph. Did you carve this out of some tree you were sitting on somewhere?
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he considers not answering, first.]
Carve what out? I don't know what you're talking about.
[he did.]
text that is also ICly horribly late
Yan Qing is not here to steal Robin's pig thunder. He just wants to repay a debt of sorts, so he wants to know. ]
yo BB
What do u want for furry Christmas
[ But if he cared a little more, he probably should have texted earlier, so he's kind of hoping BB doesn't mean Ball Buster. ]
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How about your undying loyalty?
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I just wanna show my thanks that's all!
You gave me a job and let me do whatever I want
So it's my turn to return the favor 😄
As long as it doesn't involve undying loyalty or just plain dying
video;
poor BB is going to get the equivalent of a buttdial today, one caused by careless mishandling of a device meant to be treated with more care. he's gotten sweat all over its surface, so naturally—
—he scrubs it with the flat of his forearm. doesn't realize that the touching has opened up the master directory, chosen someone to call at random.
first, she'll get an eyeful of his bare chest. then, a Blair Witch Project-level camera panup to Diarmuid's face.
you're welcome. ]