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jan event.
summer has arrived
As the last of the sakura blossoms fall away and the leaves on the trees grow into ever more vibrant greens, the familiar buzz of cicadas begins to echo all throughout the isle. Summer is quickly approaching and bringing brighter days and blazing temperatures along with it.
Summer also signals the start of the wine production season. Grapes growing on trellises are a common sight on Crescentview during the summer and a notice on the town memo board from the local barkeep encourages farmers to consider growing some varietal grapes of their own.
Temperatures are rising, so put on a comfortable pair of shorts and head to the Town Plaza to see what’s cooking! While you’re at it, take a look at the calendar for Summer 1st through 15th.
This season’s crops are corn, onion, pumpkin, watermelon, and pineapple. Summer’s seasonal flowers are poppy, rose, sunflower, lily, and hydrangea. As for mushrooms, shimeji, trumpet, and common brown spores are available for the summer.
hot! ...or not
Posted prominently at the top of the Memo Board is a cartoonishly-written advertisement for the first annual Hot or Not hosted by the Goddess herself. Contestants will take to the stage while the audience votes on whether they are as hot as the blazing sun or cooler than a dead fish. Leave your egos at the door! ICly, this event takes place on Summer 8th.
task board
The task board is located in Town Square and changes from season to season. In real time, a season is one month long. The following tasks are available from January 1st to February 1st and more tasks may be added mid-month.
Certain rewards are only available through event participation, so please keep this in mind when planning your threads. Multiple tasks may be completed within a single thread, but when turning in, please link to the individual tags in which each task was completed.
Finally, rewards are per character, not per farm, so those with housemates may want to coordinate with one another with regard to what animals you’re bringing home to your farm.
This month’s tasks are centered around getting to know your fellow neighbors on a deeper level. As such, the Goddess has put together a small human scavenger hunt to encourage people to learn more about the people they are living with — and hopefully falling in love with.
Find someone who...
1. Was born in the summer
2. Pours milk into their bowl before the cereal
3. Plays a musical instrument
4. Has more than 3 siblings
5. Works out 5 times a week or more
6. Doesn’t like animals
7. Would like to date the Harvest Goddess
8. Has traveled around the world
9. Speaks two or more languages
10. Is wearing socks that aren’t black or white
Each submission will earn you two random bags of summer seeds. Specify whether you want crop, flower, or mushroom spores in your submission. This task can be completed a total of 10 times.
Many ingredients used in wine production grow in the summer, but so do a variety of tea plants and grains. Grapes, tea shrubs and grains like wheat and barley can all be grown on your farm or in your greenhouse, if you have one.
Complete the following tasks to earn yourself some nice beverage-producing crops for the farm:
1. Take something from last month’s harvest and gift it to a neighbor. You can give it to them directly, cook it into a meal, etc. Alternatively, craft them a bouquet, flower crown, or another gift from the flowers you grew last season. Complete 3 times for a total of 6 grape starters.
2. Share a piece of hot gossip with a neighbor or exchange secrets with them. It doesn’t have to be your secret! Complete 3 times for a total of 6 tea starters.
3. Exercise with someone. Go on a run, swim in the ocean, help them stretch out! Complete 3 times for a total of 6 grain crops. You may choose from wheat, barley, rye, or rice.
Summer is the perfect time to hang out on the beach and splash around in the ocean. Participate in some summer fun at the beach and earn more animals for your barn and coop.
1. Swim in the ocean, build a sandcastle, or bury someone in the sand. Do any of the following for one of the following animals: cow, sheep, alpaca, or goat. This task can be completed once.
2. Participate in Hot or Not. It’s an annual tradition! Submit yourself or comment on someone else for a single chicken or rabbit. This task can be completed once.
local happenings
The Crescentview Times newspaper has chronicled the latest happenings around the island. A physical copy of the paper will arrive on your doorstep early in the morning on Summer 1st.
Recently, a group of townspeople have taken it upon themselves to check out the abandoned mine. They’ve made good headway on opening up the path in the hopes that would-be explorers will be able to take to the mines and find some of Crescentview’s fabled gems and minerals buried in its depths. They expect to be done by Summer 15th.
A strange “gurgling whisper” has been reported by some concerned townsfolk living in the mountains. The concerning sounds are coming from one of the lakes at the foot of the mountain. Supposedly, the voice is asking for offerings of... something. The townsfolk have yet to identify what exactly is being asked for.
A hurricane has been brewing off the southern coast of Crescentview. Meteorologists have yet to determine whether the hurricane will make landfall or not, so stay tuned for more updates.
mod notes
⬥ Welcome to our second event! We want to thank you all for participating in our game and contributing your efforts to it. Thank you for playing!
⬥ A second event post will go up in mid-Jan.
⬥ Please plot over at the Jan Plotting Post.
⬥ As a reminder, please keep all plotting on the OOC post as not everyone has Discord or Plurk.
⬥ Please submit your completed tasks at the top-level below.
⬥ Have fun!
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The house is...actually better, on the inside- there's no holes or loose floorboards, or any drafts, either. Not even a single crack in the glass panes of the windows. While a bit plain, it's already far better than most Ostoyan accommodations by virtue of being a perfectly sturdy roof over one's head. He leaves the lights off, since it's brightly lit enough just from the sun shining in, and doesn't even have to gesture since Mishka is right on his heels. ]
You're fortunate they've alternate forms of lighting here, so there's little need for lanterns or candles.
[ Not that he really understands it much, but since all he has to do is flick a switch, he won't bother digging deep into the schematics. Magic and science aren't his fortes, anyway. He has some candles tucked away in his cabinet as backup, regardless, but he won't mention that
yet.Mishka can drop into one of the kitchen chairs, sturdy and wooden, as Adelis shuffles to his cabinet with a grimace. He gets one cup, and then thinks about it before muttering under his breath and grabbing a second. He doesn't bother answering until he turns the tap on the sink, letting the water run to fill them. Look at that. Fucking running water. ]
I gave on bothering to figure out her motives. I presume she thrives on watching everyone flounder, given the things she wants us to do. [ One cup filled, and then he shoves the second under the stream. ] Be it from the basic to the debasing...or the salacious, although I've found not everyone has the fortune of being saddled with those.
[ He slams the cup in front of the other man perhaps a little aggressively, but it's not enough to spill it, at least. Drink up, plague-man. ]
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I'm glad there's finally a location that's had the good sense to get rid of lanterns entirely. Dangerous things.
( And personally offensive to Mishkas! He seems overall impressed - it has four walls and a roof, and while it needs repairs, it's far cry from Ostoyan shelters - and certainly superior to his own. He melts into the kitchen chair. )
Oh? ( Watching Adelis fill up a second water... Aww... Babe... ) You sound as if you've had this fortune bestowed upon you yourself.
( The slammed cup doesn't bother him, given this is already high hospitality from an Adelis, honestly. He just raises an eyebrow, and smiles before taking up the cup to drink. Not too eagerly, but not especially paced, either. )
I've some salacious requests, myself, if it eases the tension between your shoulders at all.
( It wouldn't, because nothing ever does for Adelis except the cold hard clink of gold, but u kno, )
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Dangerous to you, perhaps. And here I thought moths were supposed to like flames.
[ He takes a seat on the opposite end of the table, although he leans a bit back against the solid wood as he narrows his eyes over the lip of his own cup. This is...well, not a scenario he expected to find himself in around here, but considering the bullshit going on around here, he supposes he should get used to the unexpected by this point.
The narrowed eyes turn more into the glare at the suggestion, but Adelis doesn't deny it, which says enough. He isn't the first, after all, and he certainly won't be the last.
Speaking of, he finds his own eyebrow arching at Mishka's confession, something flickering on his face for a brief moment before it disappears. Isn't that a hell of a choice to make... ]
Really, now. [ Of all the people. ] I'd say little would do so thus far, but it has given me more reason to judge our esteemed host's sense of taste.
[ He's morbidly curious, now- learning what sort of activities, debasing or otherwise, the older man has gotten saddled with. It's the curiosity that has him tapping the table, not removing his gaze as he sets his own cup down. ]
And just what, pray-tell, have you been given to accomplish?
[ The card. Bring it out. ]
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( He says, conversational, but not dishonest. There is a subtle beauty to the horrifying and brutal - to that which can kill you with ease. Mishka finds that this is, perhaps, the allure that surrounds vampires; it is not their natural beauty which attracts, but the threat of their bite, and the carelessness, the ease, with which they kill. Such is the flame to a moth.
But that is neither here nor there.
That Adelis obliquely confirms he's received some erotic squares, a similar curiosity latches onto Mishka's mind - but it is nearly shadowed by the tap of Adelis's fingers. Adelis truly wants to know, doesn't he, what he's about to get up to? This in itself is a thought far more fascinating than any of his own squares. )
Now, is it so fair to ask for mine and not offer yours? ( In other words - he's doubtful Adelis will just tell him if he asks. So: ) For each of your squares you share with me, I'll share mine with yours. Or - perhaps, we ought make this a game: I tell you two false squares and mix in one true one, and you've got to guess which one is real...
( AKA we can do this the easy way or the hard way, Adelis, )
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[ He's technically not incorrect, as it's just Adelis' usual grumbling- and he could agree, on the vampire front, if only somewhat. The sheer hatred that bubbles under his veins tends to eclipse whatever beauty he might see in them, beyond the initial otherworldly aura they tend to give off.
For all his misplaced curiosity ( he won't delve into why he's so interested in knowing, because even he doesn't know himself ), he still finds himself grimacing at the offer. He should have been expecting that, really, but perhaps the time away has managed to dull his resistance to Mishka's bullshit.
Hm. He'll have to fix that. ]
Games have always been your fancy, and hardly my own. [ The usual stick in the mud, despite the other's efforts. ] And part of me feels like you would mix in an obscene amount of bullshite just to fuck with me.
[ It would be on brand. He takes another tentative sip of his water, stewing it over in his brain for a few moments. He shouldn't really encourage him, but... ]
...Only with another addendum. Lose enough times and you have to simply hand over the card.
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( Of course he has a cheeky reply, every time - where Adelis employs his thorns, Mishka is simply ceaseless. He feels it's quite his right to pester Adelis in return, and, if anything, it seems the most reasonable way to show affection - Adelis would not accept it in a straightforward manner, and - well. Is any Ostoyan well-versed in transparent affection? If someone is, Mishka would like to study them.
Regardless, an eyebrow raises slightly when Adelis does not conclude his analysis with a frank rejection, as Mishka had been expecting. That he is willing to entertain Mishka's suggestion, and append an all or nothing rule, sounds to him he very much wants to see Mishka's card.
It was very well, for though Mishka doesn't show it, he very much wants to see Adelis's card, as well. The acts themselves concern him less than the thought that Adelis has likely completed some number of them already, given the state of his house - unless, perhaps, Adelis's roommate has been doing all the work.
Who was he rooming with, anyway? )
Very well. I assume the terms apply to you as well? ( He laughs, casual, cheerful, as he sets his mostly-empty cup down. ) Since I'm quite exhausted still, and you're very much still charred, let's do the best of 2 out of 3. Does that seem reasonable?
If so, I'll gladly go first.
( No need to drag this out ad infinitum - though he had partly intended to just to annoy Adelis. Now that Adelis has painted a stronger portrait of his interest, though, Mishka is quite eager to see his reaction to his card - or obtain Adelis's card in turn. )
It seems I've received a bingo card containing a request to... Take someone on a date, hold their hand, or have intercourse with them on a rooftop ☆
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They, however, do not. They stick their own, build their circles, and keep the heat within to let none escape. Such is life for Ostoyans, clannish as they are. To freely share your limited warmth is to let the cold in to burn and wither away all you hold dear.
Adelis would not admit that he does not have a circle, or so he says- but the fact he could hiss and curse all he wants and still let the other man shows how well he sticks to that principal.
His reasons for wanting to see that card notwithstanding. He taps his own glass down, cup considerably more full than that of the dehydrated beehive across the table, and clicks his tongue. ]
Fine. It's not as if I've anything else to occupy my time with right now, anyway.
[ A little too burnt to be tending the fields right now...so he crosses his legs and leans back, mentally preparing himself for whatever pain this is going to be. And he's right, of course, because the first few options out of Mishka's mouth earn a twitch of the brow.
Now, he's paid attention to a lot of offered cards, now...just to get a gist of the options available. He thinks he knows what most of them are, sans the ones he can't place due to the cultural differences. Which is exactly why he has to think about two...the third, however- ]
A bloody roof? At least attempt to make it sound plausible. [ Obviously not that one. The other two are a toss-up, though, so it takes a moment of deliberation before he opts to offer. ] Handholding. For the real one.
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He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't - it's that the sex on a rooftop actually seems far more reasonable than sex in public. But that would be giving it away, wouldn't it? )
Ah, you've got me. But a rooftop isn't wholly implausible, is it? Some are quite flat.
( Maybe he'll suggest it to the Goddess! You never know. )
Your turn, then.
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It's far too specific. Not to mention, there's not a lot of roofs you could even attempt to bed someone on.
[ Pretty none all of the houses they've been given around here have flat ones, and he doubt she'd specifically ask them to fucking bone on a roof in town. She's ridiculous, but even she has her limits, he thinks.
Right. His turn. ]
Getting drunk, serenading someone, or wine tasting.
[ Thinking back on other people's cards...his might not be so bad, actually. ]
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( Thanks for the constructive criticism. He sippies what's left of his water. )
Ah, these are as harmless as a number of mine. Let's see...
( He knows he has wine tasting - but nothing on his own card suggests the other two aren't plausible, and they're general enough, as Adelis kindly noted. Well - might as well guess the only one he knows is tangible. )
Wine tasting, perhaps?
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[ His tone is exceedingly deadpan at that. Take the criticism, just don't apply in whatever way you want.
He takes another sip of his own drink as Mishka thinks, not breaking eye contact in the meantime. He knows fully well it's a 50/50, and there's no guarantee of him winning- all the confidence does nothing with a pair of men who like mind games. And naturally, with an aggravated click of the tongue, Adelis finds himself losing. ]
...Correct.
[ He's not all too happy about it, but what can he do. Down 1-1, so the next round is the last. There's a dismissive gesture with a gloved hand. ]
Well, go on, then.
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It's a bit more interesting when the winner feels uncertain, yes?
( Truly, the stakes were so low, so why not spice it up a little? Now, let's see... How to approach this round... )
I have... Hugging, dancing, and painting each other's portraits.
( A little safer... But perhaps too safe... This game asks for a surprising amount of strategy (well, not really, but it's fun to think of it that way). )
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For you, perhaps. I've never been fond of gambling with anything but cards.
[ And yet he's still doing it, for unforetold reasons. It feels strange, playing a simple, harmless game in a put-together house with the man who put a proper blade in his hand. This isn't really an image he ever expected to see in his life, however short it was going to be.
All of those are perfectly viable, unless the first time, and so he idly circles the rim with his finger as he thinks. He has two of those, so the third could be a sensible answer, but it's also something he knows others have...so this time, it's really just a shot in the dark.
He's never preferred to rely on luck, but not much else he can do here, boring holes into Mishka's face to no avail. ]
...Dancing.
[ Hit or miss. ]
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Certainly, perhaps, in the early nights he'd had Adelis under his wing, he would pull him aside for brief asides. Small games of cards, when teaching him to hone his poker face - more ambitious games with some others of the Syndicate, when teaching him to cheat.
But there is a difference between playing to teach and playing for leisure, and rarely was there time for leisure in Ostoya. Sitting quiet with Adelis during calmer junctures of their lives, was, perhaps, one sort of luxury. )
Not quite, but I'm pleased to know it's feasible. It was hugging, in fact.
( He's willing to throw Adelis a bone, since he's so curious. He leans back in his chair, crossing his legs. )
It seems the next round will be decisive.
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Calm is not oft in their vocabulary. And yet there's light outside, streaming through the windows, and not a single shriek of something inhuman or pained to be heard. There's no draft, blowing in from a crack in the walls or the windows. No paperwork or imminent blood under their hands. Just the dour look on his face at his failure, seeing no need to keep up his poker face in front of the one who taught him how to use it. ]
Hugging you. Hells forbid.
[ The poor bastard who got stuck doing that, among whatever other squares he's got. After all, he doubts anybody here is fully prepared for the walking nest of pestilence that is his mentor.
...Besides him. But that's besides the point ( in his head ). ]
If you insist, then. [ Not what they agreed on, but he'll take the extra chance. There's a brief pause before he continues. ] Cooking together, skinnydipping, or blindfolds.
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( He knows what Adelis is thinking and he'll outright say it with a laugh.
Now, as for their sudden death round... He has none of these. Skinnydipping hardly seems like a duo activity (he supposes it can be, but he also knows how much bacteria is in natural water), and blinds... he can see, but it doesn't seem a strong a contender for bonding as cooking together - so he'll gamble on that being the likeliest answer. )
Could it be cooking together, then?
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Those are of numb of skin and will, perhaps.
[ It was a gamble, indeed- picking some more out-there ones to counteract the normal. And it worked, surprisingly enough. Adelis pulls his hand away as he leans on the table, holding out his palm flat in a rather obvious gesture. ]
Wrong. It was blindfolds. [ He'll admit the kinky, since he said it first. ] I would not have minded having that option, however. It's better than the some I have.
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Unless, of course, he already has.
Dutifully, he fishes out his bingo... But holds it up and away. )
You're showing me yours as well, aren't you? You've also failed two.
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His gaze flickers to the card as it comes out, but watching it get pulled out of reach makes his eye twitch. Right. Of course.
He looks particularly sour at the prospect, but a deal is a deal, and he knows better than to break one without good reason, no matter how small. Adelis scoffs before his fingers dip down and undo the clasp on one of his garter pouches, tugging out a carefully folded card himself before dropping it on the table. ]
Satisfied?
[ Whore. ]
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Thankfully, Adelis doesn't offer much resistance on his part. Mishka offers him his unfilled bingo, taking Adelis's own in turn.
He flips it open, scanning the page carefully. His expression is difficult to read, as always, but his gaze clearly stops some number of times. )
It seems you've been enjoying yourself. ( He says this with some amusement, whatever he may be thinking hidden somewhere underneath. ) I wouldn't have expected bondage to be one of the few you'd filled out. ( And then, as if sidestepping: ) And telling jokes? I'd like to hear those.
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Still...jesus. And he thought some of his were outlandish. Spoon-feeding? Are they children? Not to mention most of the other things on here. His eyes lingers a bit too long on some of the more intimate ones, but it's not really on purpose.
His gaze snaps up. ]
If you want to call it that. [ He's not too abashed at having his Farming Simulator Sex Life out there to see, but that face sure is unreadable. ] It was an exchange with someone I've known a while. I've little interest in sleeping with someone I've said nary more than a few words with.
[ That leaves a question in the air of who else he is willing to, but it goes unanswered. He skips to the next question, letting his scowl slip through a bit again. ]
Well, like as you may, you won't. It was a one-time thing, and I won't be doing it again.
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It's not that he doesn't know Adelis to grow attached - of course he's capable, in that awkward, abrasive way. Mishka knows he's hardly indifferent. Still, in the short time that Adelis has been here, he's grown attached to someone well enough that he's jumped past all these other mundane, if gooey, squares, and gone right into the intimacy - when these squares are optional, too.
Certainly, the luxury of the hole-beaten homes they live in aren't lost on Adelis. If he truly loathed offering up dignity for repairs, as far as Adelis has implied, nothing would force him to fill this sheet out.
Adelis must like this person that much, then. )
I'll have to needle you once I get some drinks in you, then. I have to be the judge of these jokes myself.
( Without remarking on Adelis's sex life a second time, he lays down Adelis's bingo sheet on the table, pointing to VCR and Chill. )
Speaking of, there's some number of terms I'm not wholly familiar with - paddleboats, movies... And VCR? I assume it must be slang.
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He doesn't really care so much what the older man thinks, of course. Why would he? It's just in the general spirit of inquiry.
He could get by easily on the drafty, creaky home they started out with. He could work with the rusty, rough tools. But a better life is something he's already reached for feverishly, with an unstoppable desperation, and if it's within his grasp...why not take it? It's a luxury they could ill afford anywhere else. ]
Hmph. Only if you're the one paying for it- and no level of intoxication will get me to loosen my tongue to that extent. You're more than welcome to try your best, however.
[ Or so he says.
He watches the other's hands fall to some particular squares, and he frowns in turn. ]
Paddleboats are boats, but you move them with your legs with some kind of mechanism. A bit tedious. [ A dismissive wave of the hand. ] A movie is a sort of...play? But played on a small screen, that you can watch in your home. The description gives me a headache.
[ As for the last- ]
The VCR is the device that lets you watch those movies. That one is basically implying watching something and lying with someone while it plays. I fail to see the point, but I suppose it could be worse. Like yours.
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Well, he supposes it isn't the most outrageous thing. )
This is true - it could ask you to engage in VCR and chill in public.
( He grins. Mishka, for his part, doesn't actually seem at all put off by the "in public" square, beyond, you know, how it's for the entertainment of a deity of dubious authenticity. For someone who lives his life slicing necks in the shadows, so to speak, the thought of stepping out of them doesn't alarm him - perhaps because he recognizes the innate tightrope act in the square, and finds it somewhat familiar, if, well, more licentious. )
I've seen plenty begin doing one task and have a lover begin to bother them during it. I suppose it's a suggestion that one finds the one beside them hard to resist.
( He taps the square idly with his hands, weighing the words on his tongue.
Adelis wouldn't do these squares with just anyone, but he clearly wanted them done - he valued these repairs enough, or he held curiosity about the acts described. Now there is this crossroads as to whether Adelis preferred to only do these erotic acts with a certain someones - perhaps a singular certain someone - or if anyone who meet the criteria would do. )
Still, it seems these could both be done concurrently, yes? Why don't we collaborate on the two of these?
( He smiles, unfaltering. If Adelis preferred only a certain someone, then he would turn Mishka down. )
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If you'd like to haul that heavy monstrosity outside and deal with all it's spindly wires, be my guest.
[ It's bland in tone and obviously unimpressed. A terrible joke, as always. Mishka may be somebody unabashed at letting someone see him, or perhaps willing to take that risk wherever he pleases, but Adelis certainly is not. He'll keep his business behind closed doors, with few exceptions.
There's no comment on the potential reasoning behind it, instead leaning back in his chair to cast the paper a mildly dour look. The other is still examining it, having gone quiet, and it's only when he speaks that he actually gets a reaction. Rather, there's a moment of utter bewilderment followed by something unreadable, stiffening in his chair as he lets his eyes fall on the squares in question. ]
...So you're here for nigh a few hours, and one of the first things you decide to ask is whether I'm willing to sleep with you?
[ That's. Not really what he was expecting? He expected teasing, yes, perhaps something a bit more risque in lieu with the other's personality, but jumping straight to offering to fulfill an erotic square right off the bat is...something. Enough Adelis ends up going quiet as he contemplates this turn of events, eyes staring at the paper rather than Mishka himself.
...By virtue of himself, you'd think he'd decline right away. He does nothing but grouse about the other for nigh everything, and declares his distaste on the daily. And yet, it's not as if he detests the very idea. He wouldn't hang around and begrudgingly listen if he truly despised the other man, and he did say he'd prefer a familiar face to an unfamiliar one....
He finally looks up. ]
...I suppose there's little downside to it.
[ Nailed it. ]
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NSFW god is no longer watching
the nightseer sage is, however,
he can pay if he wants to look
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