[Max is so much fun to flirt with, that Rowan considered leading him on for a little while longer, just in case this is a one time deal. But they’re also pretty eager to get down to business, and in the end that wins out. So after another bout of eager flirtation, they’ll send another text:]
How would you feel about coming over here for some thorough investigating tonight? You still have a mystery to solve ;)
[Max is having such a good time with the back and forth, he wouldn't have minded if it continued. But, there's no denying he's been looking forward to more.
When that message comes through, he makes a noise akin to a teenage girl getting a text from her crush. Good thing no one is here to judge him for it.]
Yes! I'm on the case! I'll have this mystery well in hand in no time at all. ;)
[He'll take a minute to check his hair in the mirror and maybe brush his teeth, and then he'll speed on over to knock on Rowan's door. He's looking very different these days. No longer in those newbie clothes, he's looking dashing in a charcoal suit and red tie combo.]
Max, you complete wanker, how dare you? [Rowan looks pretty close to tears, but it's tears of happiness, their voice echoing strangely in the small addition to their room that can be seen behind them. Wanker comes out as a complete endearment, said with more affection than anytime they've called him 'love', more affection than they feel they can hold.
How else are they meant to respond to two people that they were already smothering crushes for getting them something that fixes the bane of their life in this place? Max and Lucas might not realise it, but they've gifted Rowan back body autonomy, given them an escape from the problem of the baths that was slowly growing into an irritant that would have lead to their dysphoria returning. There's not enough money, favour or love in the world that can repay such a gift, but it's not going to stop them from trying.] You git, you'd better get over here so I can thank you properly!
[A set of 60 business cards is delivered to Max. Or rather, the box contains cards that have the size of business cards. If he takes them out, they actually read:
Things I love to receive: - spanking - play with my hair - biting - teeth on neck - toys - restraints (ropes) - restraints (cuffs) - held down by strong person - led around by tie
Please turn over and read back
and on the back:
Hard No's (not to be done under any circumstances): receiving - degradation (teasing ok) - gags - your feet on me - collar
giving - degradation
Please turn over and read front
A note is delivered alongside with the box of cards that reads:
Hello Max,
hand these cards to anyone that you have any form of sexual encounter with before you start, even if you've had sexual relations with them before now. Make sure they at the very least read the back of the cards.
I included the collar on the Hard Nos, but you can obviously tell Rowan and Lucas that they are exceptions to that one. When you report to me in two months with the diary, we can talk about removing that point if you've experimented with it by then and know where you stand.
[And, to soften the blow a bit with a fun prospect, he adds:]
Unrelated: If you want to, ask Rowan if they would be interested in playing with the two of us some time; me directing and you two acting it out. We can talk about the details of the scene if they say yes.
Max reads the note with a rising sense of dread. He has to...hand these out? Every time??
"What the fuck?" He says to his empty room.
First, he has to keep a sexcapade journal, now this? Is Jackie trying to murder his sex life completely? He drags a hand down his face as he reads and re-reads the cards. There's a twinge of anger at seeing collars placed firmly on the no list. Even with Jackie's note on that point, he wants to rail against it. He didn't say he hated them! He said he didn't know! And his experience with Lilith wasn't so bad. He'd struggled for other reasons during that but...
He sighs, remembering Jackie's order. Only Lucas or Rowan. And if he wants that to change then he'd better get one of them to help him explore it. But if he does... then it has to go in the journal.
"Augh!" He squeezes the back of his neck, another tension headache is on its way. How is he going to explain that? Or the cards? Or ANY of this? Can he not tell them about the journal...? They are both such private people, Rowan especially...
Speaking of...that note at the end gives him a whole different spike of anxiety. A play date, like what he and Jackie talked about during his feeding? Could they? But how the hell is he going to broach that idea? Will Rowan go for it?
He just doesn't know. He doesn't know about any of this. A week or so ago he was happy enough to run around the castle with his balls on display for all to see, now he's considering taking a break from any kind of relations at all. Could he do that? Maybe just until the two months is up? But that might only prolong the suffering.
"Fuck my life..." And fuck Jackie too! What the hell has he gotten into?
This time he hadn't buried himself in work, or at least Lucas hadn't basically moved into the library and kept his distance. He'd dropped by a few times to just hang out, shoot the shit about inane stuff, watch Max bake at his job when their schedules were different. Just friendly, low key time together.
With the shadows of the fuck tent lurking in the back of his mind.
Even after talking to Rowan, their book, he's left with so many questions. Mostly about himself. It was a glimpse into the wider world of sexual encounters that he never knew he wanted or needed. And he's not sure which was a scarier truth out of the two.
I trust you.
His words to Max, Max's words to him. If anyone could understand it was him. He'd come over wearing just his shorts and dog tags, not bothering with more after a long bath. With those thoughts hanging over his head, Lucas knocks the back of his hand against Max's door. "Hey, are you busy?"
Avoiding Lucas was never an option. Not after what had gone on that third day. Their conversation still hung heavy in his heart. Right next to the one he'd had with Jackie. It gave him a lot to think about. Lucas' companionable presence had been a comfort= through all of that.
But, every day that passed, he became a little more anxious. Neither of them had done much in the way of flirting. They both needed time to process it. But Max couldn't help feeling that time is running short. Soon, Lucas will want his company in the way they've both become accustomed to. But there's just one problem...
Jackie's notebook.
If Max gives Lucas what he wants, he'll have to tell-all about it later. If he doesn't... Lucas will want to know why. Max doesn't think he can lie to Lucas. No, he knows he can't.
"No, I'm not busy. You can come in," Max says, tossing aside the box of cards Jackie had printed for him. He's not ready yet. Is he? To start handing them out. He doesn't know.
Max tries to keep his voice casual, but it's a bit strained when he sees Lucas there in nothing but his shorts and those tags, "What's up?"
"Huh. I'm surprised a place like this can actually be mapped at all, but these are pretty good."
He tilts his head curiously at the code. It looks like absolute gibberish to him. "So this is...computer language?" Keep in mind most people still use flip-phones in his day and having a blackberry was considered the height of technology.
His smile goes positively devilish when he takes a seat in the chair. Just the thought alone is enough to start waking up the little man in his pants.
"I know for a fact you can. I'm not sure how much actual planning I'll get done if you do. Although..." A thought comes to mind. And it's... it's silly. Probably. But it's already bringing red dots of heat to his cheeks. He wants to voice it but he's unsure.
"It ain't easy. That's why I really want to do it on a computer so I'll be able to plug in the changes more easy." They tug one of the pages of code forward, sighing over it. "It ain't easy, though, there's so many variables. I was just trying to work out how to have the rooms bigger than the space they're in. It'd be easier if I could try it out. Trial and improvement, you know? And there's a couple of forums where we swap tips and stuff. For when we get stuck."
But what's more interesting is that smirk that changes to a blush, as Max goes to suggest something and then hesitates. Rowan tilts their head, shoving the papers out of the way again so they can slide in closer to him and lean in, brushing their fingers over his cheek. "What're you thinking?" They ask, curious.
A half hour or so after that last message, there's a muffled knock, low down on Max's door. Chell's hands are full with two cups of coffee, and a bag of pastries from Slayer's Cake, so she's kicking the door to announce her presence.
Max debated putting on a shirt, not sure what kind of message that would send given the possible avenue of this morning visit. Ultimately, he decided on one of his black workout tank top for now. That's somewhere in-between easy access and tastefully covered up, right?
"Oh, let me help you with that," he says when he opens the door and sees her juggling all of the goodies. He'll reach to take the coffee from her.
"That makes it even better. No wonder it suits you so well."
He gave her a lopsided smile and a wink. "Now, to be fair, just about anything can go good with a red wine." Which he was tempted to go get a bottle of now, but better not.
"Nuts it is."
He grabbed the butter had had already set to warm started it in his stand mixer, slowly adding sugar in to let it cream together. While that worked, he combined the dry ingredients. All of this he measured from memory.
He moved around the kitchen with such ease, he probably could navigate it with his eyes closed. Someone should really get him out of here more often.
The fact that you're turning red as a tomato right now, for one thing. And there are... other clues.
[It's almost like that shiver from Whyborne keeps going and travels into Max and down his spine too.]
You can wear them with your hands behind or in front of you, or over your head. You can be tied to the bed with them, too, to make sure you can't escape while being... ravished.
[Max has cupped his whole hand around Whyborne's cheek now and he's leaning in, but not enough that he won't be able to check the man's face to see how he's reacting to those suggestions.]
[ Almost immediately after the incident with Quentin, Astarion swallows both fear and proud, finds his tome and pens a brief message to Max in formal, flowing script. ]
I was wrong. I need your help, if the offer stands.
10am. There's a knock on Max's door. It's Dimitri and he looks like he's been crying despite valiant attempts to hide it - his eyes are puffy and red, his usual eyepatch set atop his head because it's pointless to wear one when the tears will not stop; a massive scar where the eye should be.
Max opens the door and gasps when he sees Dimitri there looking like that. The scar is taken in with just a glance, but then Max focuses right back on his good eye, which is puffy and red.
"Max...?" Her voice is low, just barely audible behind the door, her fingertips hover over the knob knowing she could probably just open it if she wished to. Max rarely locked it. "I-it is Lioriley. Will you speak with me a moment?"
Max hadn't slept very well or very much. As such, he is, on this rare occasion, still in bed at dawn. But he's awake. Just laying there in a state of melancholy.
When the knock comes on his door, and he hears Lioriley's voice, he considers pretending to actually be asleep. That would be easier than facing what he'd done. But that won't make things better. He owes her an apology. He can at least try to be man enough to deliver it.
"The door is open. You... can come in."
He rolls to the side of the bed and hauls himself into a sitting position. He's naked except for a pair of gym shorts. But nothing in the way his shoulders sag or his back hunches looks remotely sexy at the moment.
After the brief discussion with Max earlier, Michael nabs a small bottle of work's finest moonshine (thank you, Corbin). He's also just got a slim flask of his own choice beverage (acetone!) tucked away in his back pocket, to sneak into his glass when Max isn't looking.
He knocks on Max's door and reaches up to tap the cupcake for good measure. He's looking forward to another romp with Max, he feels like they haven't had the chance to hang out as much. Michael's been in his own head a lot, and the stuff with Raleigh....is...complicated. (It really isn't, he's just in his feelings about it.)
[He supposes he had this coming. He has...vague memories of her somehow having him over her shoulder. Frankly, he thought he might have dreamt that. APPARENTLY NOT.
It's very late in the day before he responds.]
Thank for carrying me home, Milla.
I... it was just alcohol. It wasn't poison.
[Although, with the way his head feels... god. Maybe it was. What the hell kind of drinks was Ren even serving.]
Wrapped up, tied with a bow, and left outside of Max's door is a box with the word fragile written as a warning across the top of the paper. Inside are a few bars of pressed flower chocolate and a set of heart shaped tea cups. Naturally, there is also a note so there's no secret who it is from.
Max,
Do not eat all of those chocolates by yourself, lest you make yourself sick. I hope you enjoy them however, and perhaps some day soon we can share a cup of tea in those cups I have gifted you.
If you think he's not going to eat all that chocolate in one or two sittings, you'd be wrong. Once he gets a taste of it, he honestly can't stop. And, the guiltier he feels the more he wants to eat it. Then, suddenly, it's all gone. Oops. And it was so beautiful too. He should have taken a picture first.
The cups he carefully places on a display shelf inside his new cafe. He had hoped she'd be coming to his Christmas dinner so he could show that to her. But... she doesn't. So, they stay there. He'll refuse to use them if it's not with her. He's not exactly sure when that might be...
[ There is a box left outside of Max's door. Inside was a small fabric dick-doll wearing a very fancy suit and a small blue ribbon saying 1st place pinned to it. There was also blue paint pressing of Jester's chest signed with a lipstick kiss. A note attached read: ]
[Max pulls the doll out and laughs. Then he thunks himself on the head with his palm when he catches sight of the blue ribbon pinned to its little toy chest. The first place dick was HIM! Why did he... never make that connection?
A little while later, he will record a video for her. (Nothing naughty.) just showing that her gorgeous paint-pressing is now pinned to his refrigerator with a couple of magnets.]
Love the gifts. Let me know if you want me to thank you in person~
[There's a poorly wrapped box outside Max's door, but inside are a set of about a dozen glass jars full of edible "glitter" in a full rainbow of colors, including metallics and one that's opalescent.]
[There's a very carefully written note inside that somehow manages to have very poor penmanship]
Happy Solstice! So your cookies can be extra fabulous.
Max laughs at the coupon as he bites into one of the cookies. Ooh, These are damn good. Then, his expression softens when he turns it over and sees what she's written on the back. He might be getting a little misty-eyed.
Nott agonizes a bit over what to give Max, truth be told. In the end, she drops off a cloth packet at his door. Inside he'll find a set of silver cuff-links shaped like two capital Ms, and a note:
Happy Yule!
This is only part of your present. We're going to have to coordinate the other half. (It's a sex date, assuming you're still into that.)
His breath catches in his throat when he pulls out the cuff links. They are wonderful. He slips them into place immediately and admires them in the mirror.
Then he reads the note. Heat rushes into his face. He really can't wait to see the rest of his gift now. And... he feels really good knowing his support has meant so much to her. The feeling is mutual.
A little later he sends her a text with a picture of him wearing the cuff links.
Love these. Still very interested. Call me when you're ready to set a date.
[ A few days after this, when the flower has worn off. ]
Hey,
Thank you for helping out when you ran into me the other day. I got a little freaked out. I'm sorry if I was weird. I just want you to know I meant it, about being careful with Lucas. I won't let him get in trouble if I can help it.
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Date: 2020-07-21 03:05 am (UTC)How would you feel about coming over here for some thorough investigating tonight? You still have a mystery to solve ;)
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Date: 2020-07-21 06:42 pm (UTC)When that message comes through, he makes a noise akin to a teenage girl getting a text from her crush. Good thing no one is here to judge him for it.]
Yes! I'm on the case! I'll have this mystery well in hand in no time at all. ;)
[He'll take a minute to check his hair in the mirror and maybe brush his teeth, and then he'll speed on over to knock on Rowan's door. He's looking very different these days. No longer in those newbie clothes, he's looking dashing in a charcoal suit and red tie combo.]
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Date: 2020-08-06 03:01 pm (UTC)Hey Max, you know what a biscuit is, right? A real one, not those cookie things.
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Date: 2020-08-06 03:05 pm (UTC)[Oh no, Corbin, have the Brits been telling lies about their definitely-actually-a-cookie biscuits.]
Of course I know what a biscuit is. Why?
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Date: 2020-08-14 08:31 am (UTC)It's off.
The competition.
I'm not doing it.
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Date: 2020-08-15 03:56 am (UTC)[voice]
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Date: 2020-09-02 12:05 pm (UTC)How else are they meant to respond to two people that they were already smothering crushes for getting them something that fixes the bane of their life in this place? Max and Lucas might not realise it, but they've gifted Rowan back body autonomy, given them an escape from the problem of the baths that was slowly growing into an irritant that would have lead to their dysphoria returning. There's not enough money, favour or love in the world that can repay such a gift, but it's not going to stop them from trying.] You git, you'd better get over here so I can thank you properly!
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Date: 2020-09-02 01:25 pm (UTC)Then he looks closer and sees the shower. And hears the affection in those harsh words. And realizes...OH! Those are happy tears.
He smiles and lets out the breath he'd been holding.]
I'm glad you like it. Lucas told me about the idea and I... I just wanted to help make you happy.
[Now is tone turns sassy.]
Ooh, eager to try it out are we? In that case, I'll be right over.
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Date: 2020-09-10 10:13 pm (UTC)Things I love to receive:
- spanking
- play with my hair
- biting
- teeth on neck
- toys
- restraints (ropes)
- restraints (cuffs)
- held down by strong person
- led around by tie
Please turn over and read back
and on the back:
Hard No's (not to be done under any circumstances):
receiving
- degradation (teasing ok)
- gags
- your feet on me
- collar
giving
- degradation
Please turn over and read front
A note is delivered alongside with the box of cards that reads:
Hello Max,
hand these cards to anyone that you have any form of sexual encounter with before you start, even if you've had sexual relations with them before now. Make sure they at the very least read the back of the cards.
I included the collar on the Hard Nos, but you can obviously tell Rowan and Lucas that they are exceptions to that one. When you report to me in two months with the diary, we can talk about removing that point if you've experimented with it by then and know where you stand.
[And, to soften the blow a bit with a fun prospect, he adds:]
Unrelated: If you want to, ask Rowan if they would be interested in playing with the two of us some time; me directing and you two acting it out. We can talk about the details of the scene if they say yes.
-Jackie.
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Date: 2020-09-11 03:45 am (UTC)"What the fuck?" He says to his empty room.
First, he has to keep a sexcapade journal, now this? Is Jackie trying to murder his sex life completely? He drags a hand down his face as he reads and re-reads the cards. There's a twinge of anger at seeing collars placed firmly on the no list. Even with Jackie's note on that point, he wants to rail against it. He didn't say he hated them! He said he didn't know! And his experience with Lilith wasn't so bad. He'd struggled for other reasons during that but...
He sighs, remembering Jackie's order. Only Lucas or Rowan. And if he wants that to change then he'd better get one of them to help him explore it. But if he does... then it has to go in the journal.
"Augh!" He squeezes the back of his neck, another tension headache is on its way. How is he going to explain that? Or the cards? Or ANY of this? Can he not tell them about the journal...? They are both such private people, Rowan especially...
Speaking of...that note at the end gives him a whole different spike of anxiety. A play date, like what he and Jackie talked about during his feeding? Could they? But how the hell is he going to broach that idea? Will Rowan go for it?
He just doesn't know. He doesn't know about any of this. A week or so ago he was happy enough to run around the castle with his balls on display for all to see, now he's considering taking a break from any kind of relations at all. Could he do that? Maybe just until the two months is up? But that might only prolong the suffering.
"Fuck my life..." And fuck Jackie too! What the hell has he gotten into?
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Date: 2020-09-11 03:23 pm (UTC)With the shadows of the fuck tent lurking in the back of his mind.
Even after talking to Rowan, their book, he's left with so many questions. Mostly about himself. It was a glimpse into the wider world of sexual encounters that he never knew he wanted or needed. And he's not sure which was a scarier truth out of the two.
I trust you.
His words to Max, Max's words to him. If anyone could understand it was him. He'd come over wearing just his shorts and dog tags, not bothering with more after a long bath. With those thoughts hanging over his head, Lucas knocks the back of his hand against Max's door. "Hey, are you busy?"
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Date: 2020-09-11 03:42 pm (UTC)But, every day that passed, he became a little more anxious. Neither of them had done much in the way of flirting. They both needed time to process it. But Max couldn't help feeling that time is running short. Soon, Lucas will want his company in the way they've both become accustomed to. But there's just one problem...
Jackie's notebook.
If Max gives Lucas what he wants, he'll have to tell-all about it later. If he doesn't... Lucas will want to know why. Max doesn't think he can lie to Lucas. No, he knows he can't.
"No, I'm not busy. You can come in," Max says, tossing aside the box of cards Jackie had printed for him. He's not ready yet. Is he? To start handing them out. He doesn't know.
Max tries to keep his voice casual, but it's a bit strained when he sees Lucas there in nothing but his shorts and those tags, "What's up?"
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Date: 2020-10-09 03:18 pm (UTC)I need help, Max.
[Ren sounds deflated.]
I think I've fucked somethin' up and I don't know how t'fix it.
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Date: 2020-10-09 03:22 pm (UTC)Where are you?
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Date: 2020-10-11 07:02 pm (UTC)"Huh. I'm surprised a place like this can actually be mapped at all, but these are pretty good."
He tilts his head curiously at the code. It looks like absolute gibberish to him. "So this is...computer language?" Keep in mind most people still use flip-phones in his day and having a blackberry was considered the height of technology.
His smile goes positively devilish when he takes a seat in the chair. Just the thought alone is enough to start waking up the little man in his pants.
"I know for a fact you can. I'm not sure how much actual planning I'll get done if you do. Although..." A thought comes to mind. And it's... it's silly. Probably. But it's already bringing red dots of heat to his cheeks. He wants to voice it but he's unsure.
"I... um. Never mind."
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Date: 2020-10-11 07:19 pm (UTC)But what's more interesting is that smirk that changes to a blush, as Max goes to suggest something and then hesitates. Rowan tilts their head, shoving the papers out of the way again so they can slide in closer to him and lean in, brushing their fingers over his cheek. "What're you thinking?" They ask, curious.
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Date: 2020-10-11 11:34 pm (UTC)A half hour or so after that last message, there's a muffled knock, low down on Max's door. Chell's hands are full with two cups of coffee, and a bag of pastries from Slayer's Cake, so she's kicking the door to announce her presence.
Re: action: coffee, pastries, and brunch sex
Date: 2020-10-11 11:42 pm (UTC)"Oh, let me help you with that," he says when he opens the door and sees her juggling all of the goodies. He'll reach to take the coffee from her.
"Come on in."
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Date: 2020-10-18 08:22 pm (UTC)"That makes it even better. No wonder it suits you so well."
He gave her a lopsided smile and a wink. "Now, to be fair, just about anything can go good with a red wine." Which he was tempted to go get a bottle of now, but better not.
"Nuts it is."
He grabbed the butter had had already set to warm started it in his stand mixer, slowly adding sugar in to let it cream together. While that worked, he combined the dry ingredients. All of this he measured from memory.
He moved around the kitchen with such ease, he probably could navigate it with his eyes closed. Someone should really get him out of here more often.
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Date: 2020-10-30 02:33 pm (UTC)Wh-what makes you say that?
[Is it the way he can't suppress a shiver when Max touches him? He still can't quite meet his eyes, glancing between his chest and the cuffs.]
What, um, what do you do with them, then?
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Date: 2020-10-30 02:50 pm (UTC)[It's almost like that shiver from Whyborne keeps going and travels into Max and down his spine too.]
You can wear them with your hands behind or in front of you, or over your head. You can be tied to the bed with them, too, to make sure you can't escape while being... ravished.
[Max has cupped his whole hand around Whyborne's cheek now and he's leaning in, but not enough that he won't be able to check the man's face to see how he's reacting to those suggestions.]
I let you off easy last time...
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From:Voice; whenever is best for this call to happen icly lol
Date: 2020-11-10 03:46 pm (UTC)She sounds almost like she's whispering. Suspicious.
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Date: 2020-11-11 04:08 am (UTC)Why is she whispering?
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Date: 2020-11-16 06:20 pm (UTC)Re: Text
Date: 2020-11-16 06:23 pm (UTC)Are you okay?
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Date: 2020-11-30 01:04 am (UTC)I was wrong. I need your help, if the offer stands.
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Date: 2020-11-30 01:09 am (UTC)It does.
Where are you? Did something happen?
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Date: 2020-12-04 03:24 am (UTC)Re: action;
Date: 2020-12-04 03:29 am (UTC)"Are you okay?"
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From:DAWN OF THE NEXT DAY aka action forever
Date: 2020-12-05 07:34 am (UTC)"Max...?" Her voice is low, just barely audible behind the door, her fingertips hover over the knob knowing she could probably just open it if she wished to. Max rarely locked it. "I-it is Lioriley. Will you speak with me a moment?"
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Date: 2020-12-05 03:36 pm (UTC)When the knock comes on his door, and he hears Lioriley's voice, he considers pretending to actually be asleep. That would be easier than facing what he'd done. But that won't make things better. He owes her an apology. He can at least try to be man enough to deliver it.
"The door is open. You... can come in."
He rolls to the side of the bed and hauls himself into a sitting position. He's naked except for a pair of gym shorts. But nothing in the way his shoulders sag or his back hunches looks remotely sexy at the moment.
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Date: 2020-12-06 01:53 am (UTC)He knocks on Max's door and reaches up to tap the cupcake for good measure. He's looking forward to another romp with Max, he feels like they haven't had the chance to hang out as much. Michael's been in his own head a lot, and the stuff with Raleigh....is...complicated. (It really isn't, he's just in his feelings about it.)
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Date: 2020-12-06 03:29 am (UTC)"Come on in. I got us glasses with ice already." The perks of having his own refrigerator and kitchen.
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Date: 2020-12-06 02:45 am (UTC)Question. I know people go home, but has anyone actually propositioned their patron and requested to be sent back? Does it work?Re: text;
Date: 2020-12-06 03:10 am (UTC)I haven't ever heard of it happening. I have not been here as long as some have. Vax or Vex might know better.
Are you okay?
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Date: 2020-12-06 07:36 pm (UTC)Next time don't poison yourself so badly you can't go home.
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Date: 2020-12-07 02:47 am (UTC)It's very late in the day before he responds.]
Thank for carrying me home, Milla.
I... it was just alcohol. It wasn't poison.
[Although, with the way his head feels... god. Maybe it was. What the hell kind of drinks was Ren even serving.]
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From:yule gift - delivered via Astarion.
Date: 2020-12-23 01:50 am (UTC)Max,
Do not eat all of those chocolates by yourself, lest you make yourself sick. I hope you enjoy them however, and perhaps some day soon we can share a cup of tea in those cups I have gifted you.
Blessed Yule,
Lioriley.
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Date: 2020-12-24 06:05 am (UTC)The cups he carefully places on a display shelf inside his new cafe. He had hoped she'd be coming to his Christmas dinner so he could show that to her. But... she doesn't. So, they stay there. He'll refuse to use them if it's not with her. He's not exactly sure when that might be...
Yule Gift!
Date: 2020-12-25 02:54 am (UTC)Happy Yule big boy! ♥
Jester x
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Date: 2021-01-02 04:35 am (UTC)A little while later, he will record a video for her. (Nothing naughty.) just showing that her gorgeous paint-pressing is now pinned to his refrigerator with a couple of magnets.]
Love the gifts. Let me know if you want me to thank you in person~
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Date: 2020-12-25 03:15 am (UTC)[There's a very carefully written note inside that somehow manages to have very poor penmanship]
Happy Solstice! So your cookies can be extra fabulous.
-Corbin
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Date: 2021-01-02 04:54 am (UTC)Max doesn't mind the quality of the penmanship at all, even if he wonders at it a bit, because it's just too heartwarming. What a wonderful gift.]
Ainmhian; Yule 2020
Date: 2020-12-25 05:28 am (UTC)On one side of the card:
On the back is a note:
You're one of the things that makes staying here okay.
Re: Ainmhian; Yule 2020 [Comment not here]
Date: 2021-01-02 05:14 am (UTC)Re: Ainmhian; Yule 2020 [Comment Not Here + text]
Date: 2021-01-02 05:35 am (UTC)Then he reads the note. Heat rushes into his face. He really can't wait to see the rest of his gift now. And... he feels really good knowing his support has meant so much to her. The feeling is mutual.
A little later he sends her a text with a picture of him wearing the cuff links.
Love these. Still very interested. Call me when you're ready to set a date.
<3 Max
Backdated to early December 2020
Date: 2020-12-29 06:28 pm (UTC)Hey,
Thank you for helping out when you ran into me the other day.
I got a little freaked out. I'm sorry if I was weird.
I just want you to know I meant it, about being careful with Lucas. I won't let him get in trouble if I can help it.
Re: Backdated to early December 2020
Date: 2021-01-02 06:00 am (UTC)I'm happy to hear you say you'll be careful. That's all I really ask. I don't want EITHER of you to get in trouble.
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