"Daisy... You mean that scowlin' blonde who keeps comin' around the office? I should hope she knows, seein' as she keeps lurkin'. You know her?" He leans against the counter, looking up with interest. "And hey, Bizzyboyin' is good honest work! We help people! And our uniforms are very sharp, thank you very much."
He doesn't actually take any offense--- he knows that the Bizzyboys are decidedly less serious than your typical police force, mercenery corps, or private investigator. But he's still proud of his work and has no problem ribbing Max about it.
"Yep. That's her!" That's the most accurate description he can think of. "She's kind of my adopted older sister. One of them. And, oh, no, I didn't mean to imply you weren't. I just think it's kind of funny that Erik sent someone else to do it since, like, I know him pretty well, too. He's a vampire. He could probably have sniffed out the culprit himself if he felt like it."
"I'm glad the vampire thing doesn't bother you. I know he pretends like it doesn't, but it bothers him when people treat him differently about it." Max doesn't let anyone disparage him over that in his earshot.
"I do," Max answers, absolutely glowing with pride. "But, yeah, I plan to spoil each of them a little bit. I don't want to go too overboard, though. I've always thought something small and sincere is better, something meaningful to the person I'm with, you know?"
But, guess what? The questions go both ways. "What about you? Got a sweetheart you need some special treats for? I'm having a sale."
Capochin nods approvingly. "Little acts of regular dedication beat out grandiose displays of affection any ol' day, if you ask me. 'Specially if it's real poisonal," he agrees.
However, then the question is returned. Well, well. If it isn't his old enemy. Consequences. Capochin flusters immediately, coughing. "W-well, I sorta--- Honestly, I, uh. Sorta? It's complicated, but--- Yeah, I'll probably get 'im somethin'. He, ah..." Capochin cracks a sheepish smile. "He really likes sweets."
Max nods in fervent agreement. He can't risk agreeing verbally because the way Capochin says the word personal is about to put him into stitches.
Good thing Capochin's fluster works as a cover, so he can get himself under control before he actually has to talk. "Oh yeah~?"
Max leans down closer, grinning like a love-sick fool. Ships are his favorite, so don't mind him jumping to the end of the line with this next one. "If that's the case, then maybe when the time comes to ask the Big Question, you can give me a head's up and I'll make a special cake for the occasion."
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Date: 2025-01-23 04:40 am (UTC)He doesn't actually take any offense--- he knows that the Bizzyboys are decidedly less serious than your typical police force, mercenery corps, or private investigator. But he's still proud of his work and has no problem ribbing Max about it.
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Date: 2025-02-03 08:37 pm (UTC)Capochin takes a moment to dig into his bagel while it's still warm, humming pleasantly at the taste.
"So! Got anythin' special planned for any of this romancey holiday stuff comin' up? You got two gals, doncha?"
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Date: 2025-02-17 10:18 pm (UTC)"I do," Max answers, absolutely glowing with pride. "But, yeah, I plan to spoil each of them a little bit. I don't want to go too overboard, though. I've always thought something small and sincere is better, something meaningful to the person I'm with, you know?"
But, guess what? The questions go both ways. "What about you? Got a sweetheart you need some special treats for? I'm having a sale."
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Date: 2025-02-18 03:08 am (UTC)However, then the question is returned. Well, well. If it isn't his old enemy. Consequences. Capochin flusters immediately, coughing. "W-well, I sorta--- Honestly, I, uh. Sorta? It's complicated, but--- Yeah, I'll probably get 'im somethin'. He, ah..." Capochin cracks a sheepish smile. "He really likes sweets."
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Date: 2025-03-18 07:26 pm (UTC)Good thing Capochin's fluster works as a cover, so he can get himself under control before he actually has to talk. "Oh yeah~?"
Max leans down closer, grinning like a love-sick fool. Ships are his favorite, so don't mind him jumping to the end of the line with this next one. "If that's the case, then maybe when the time comes to ask the Big Question, you can give me a head's up and I'll make a special cake for the occasion."