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[firsteditionbfs]

"This is Angeal Hewley... distinctly not here. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you when I can. If it's important, Lazard, Genesis, or Sephiroth should know where I am."

B E E P !

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[tripletriadking]

Hey Angeal, I'm leaving now so if you and Genesis are still occupied just giving you a little warning. Also I didn't know that you lived with Sephiroth, is he there right now?

Anyway see you soon!

[firsteditionbfs]

Yeah, we got finished up, no worries. Although I think with some things that happened, he could have kept going, but I didn't want to keep you waiting.

[Stupid theatre majors and their love of attention... Or really that's just a Genesis thing.]

Sephiroth is here, but he was with someone out in the orchards last I checked. He might be finishing up; I can ask him if you're interested.

[tripletriadking]

Oh well I mean I can come back another time. I don't want to get int he way of your private time.

It might be best if I avoid Sephiroth. We sort of have a history and I think I made a fool of myself with him during pass or smash.

[tripletriadking]

So, I got my old kitchen back and all those tools I had with it.....wanna hang out and play with my toys?

[firsteditionbfs]

[So, on one hand, Angeal is always more than happy to have the honor of being invited into someone else's kitchen, and perhaps making delicious food.]

[On the other hand, when Squall puts it like that, how on earth is he supposed to ignore this golden opportunity?]

Playing with you sounds like a good time to me. Are your toys a little noisy?

[tripletriadking]

Well one of them is but not all of them. Also I have a little someone I think you might want to meet. Maybe keep Bahamutt as a trinket at first though, just in the beginning if you don't mind. Plus my apartment is a little smaller.

[Yeah Squall is just leaning into it a little.]

[rhapscdos]

Geal, I've been thinking about something again. We should really settle which order our names sound better in, Rhapsodos-Hewley, or Hewley-Rhapsodos.

[firsteditionbfs]

By "settle", you just want me to agree with you, right? I know how these discussions go.

[rhapscdos]

Yes, so it's settled then. Rhapsodos-Hewley.

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[any_orders]

So, I've been thinking about this for... awhile.

I just, uh, hope you don't take it to mean that you don't satisfy me, but... there's a kink I've been wanting to do for awhile. Outside of doing it to myself, I mean.

It's not new to me. But I've been wanting it from... you and a few others I'm close to here in the villa. And one outside of it.

I know it's not... a conventional kink. Certainly, I don't see it come up often even back home.

But... I'd be really excited if you... wouldn't mind giving fisting me a try.

It's okay if you don't want to. I won't force it.

Anyway, um... Either way I'll talk to you soon. Hope you're having a good today today.

[firsteditionbfs]

I'm having as good a day as could be expected.

With that said, are you sure that you would want to try that kind of thing out with me first? I'm not against the idea in theory, but the problem is that my hands are fairly big. It'd be a lot for you to take in, even if you're used to it.

[any_orders]

I'm very aware of the size of your hands, you know. How could I not be?

I'm certain, but if you don't want to, or if you give it a go and decide that it isn't for you, that's okay, too.

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[rhapscdos]

Beloved, I have quite the treat for you. On my way to the training grounds I ran into someone from our world. But he's covered in the most delightfully soft red fur, and looks much like a dog and lion combined into the shape of a man. I wouldn't say werewolf exactly, but he is devilishly handsome, I do know how you like dogs... and I may have gotten into a bit of romp with him.

[Text]

[firsteditionbfs]

[This rude bastard man.]

A bit of a romp, is that so?

Let me guess, he's just recently arrived.

[rhapscdos]

Yes, very recently. And, well, he was stumbling about and then tripped and fell in those dandelions that grow along the paths. So he was incredibly open and relaxed, and one thing led to another- the point being, yes, a romp... which I thought you might like to know about just in case.

Dog days

[heliographic]

After a period of quiet from Prompto, Angeal will notice a ping in his inbox from the excitable boy himself.

Made good on the dare. Take a look.

Attached to the message is a series of photographs. It would appear the boy took things perhaps literally when asked to 'find a pair of dog ears'- on top of his head in every single one rests a pair of perky, apparently real blond ears, folded at the top. A tail with long, draping fur is not difficult to spot either.

He's being walked on a red leash by Noctis, who, notably, sports his own ears and tail, though his are those of a more feline variety.

'Walked' is a loose term- the sequence of photos shows Prompto attempting to sprint ahead, pulling Noctis along as he rushes about, with no mind for anything but his own excitement over the opportunity for walkies.

He is, in short, quite a mess.

[firsteditionbfs]

Well hello there.

Don't mind Angeal just taking a moment to admire the set of pictures. There's always something fantastic about seeing someone in dog ears - even if this is more literal than he would have thought - and a nicely fitting collar. The leash isn't too bad either.

Although...

Looking good. You definitely did the dare, so I can't say otherwise.

But it looks like that handler of yours could use a few lessons in how to handle you. I think you were taking him on a walk almost more than the other way around.

[Text]

[rhapscdos]

[The fact that he's texting this instead of just coming down to the bakery to say it is already suspicious enough...]

Geal, beloved, darling, light of my life, apple of my eye: I have a proposition for you. When do you think you'll have a proper day off next?

[Text]

[firsteditionbfs]

You only sweet talk me like this when you want something.

But I can arrange one for tomorrow. Squall should be able to watch over all the newcomers well enough on his own.

Hands you a Silly Twink

[heliographic]

It isn't unusual for one Prompto Argentum to be spotted wandering around the city with his nose behind a camera. While he loves nature shots dearly, urban photography is just as fun when he wants to stretch his creative muscles.

The blond is on the move- he snaps pictures of a sign here, a storefront there...Excitedly talking to himself all the while. His photographic wanderings eventually land him right in front of the local bakery. Cute place, though he's never been inside. He vaguely recalls it being owned by Angeal, right?

Immediately, his bright blue eyes are right on any manner of baked goods he can spot through the window. Score. They're cute! This is a place that deserves some good photos.

So he swaggers into the door with his silly, loose gait, camera in one hand while he waves with the other at whoever might see him.

"He-lloooo? Anyone home? I'm here for the goods!"

[firsteditionbfs]

"Well if you want to see anyone with their clothes off, you pay extra," Angeal says in that completely straight-faced way that hides trollish bullshit underneath.

Still, he finishes up what he'd been doing before a blond twink waltzed in through the door, handing over a tray of strawberries cut into small roses to another baker before he steps up to the counter. "I kid. What can we get you? Looking for some plain essentials, or interested in something sweeter, with tea or coffee?" he asks, wiping his hands down with a towel. "We just finished up some really nice looking cannolis, if I do say so myself. Perfect for finishing off any lunch you've just had."

happy valentine's fray

[haredresser]

[firsteditionbfs]

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[rhapscdos]

[Despite having just been in the kitchen with his husband, Genesis slips away briefly to send a text.]

You should take a little break, my love. Come to the greenhouse when you get a chance.

[Text]

[firsteditionbfs]

[Both of them know exactly why Angeal is cooking like this, but... Who is he to refuse?]

Give me a minute to put something in the oven, and I'll be right out.

[And true enough, he's making his way out in no time. No need to come in and yell at him again, Gen.]