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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
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WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ as always, shylock is making a beeline towards this world's wide selection of alcohol, liquor he swears he'd seen in his awfully long lifetime and ones he has yet to encounter back in his world. in this case, champagne is usually one's safest bet, and in such an unfamiliar world, the ever-curious western wizard will absolutely do as the romans do. ]
Oh, my. It seems the champagne tastes quite airy for a reason.
[ he readjusts himself in the air with ease, thinking of how murr usually does it, and casts his gaze towards anyone who might be having difficulty keeping themselves afloat in this party. ]
Would you like some assistance? Although, perhaps some company might do you some good too.
[ nothing worse than wallflowering in midair, after all. ]
dirty dice (open to nsfw)
[ games like these are commonplace in western country, and that includes the more salacious versions of these. that side of their world can be rather depraved, after all, though this world might give his homeland a run for its money. ]
It's quite fortuitous that we met through this game.
[ and yet, he's not at all intimidated. in fact, he's smiling quite serenely as he regards the other player. ]
I trust that you won't hold back no matter what the dice lands on, hm?
[ he doesn't sound goading, at least. rather, he tries to be gentle and encouraging to anyone who might be apprehensive at playing this game. no use turning back when chips are on the line. as a newcomer and so-called "wildcard", shylock will have to work twice as hard to sustain himself financially, should he be allowed to stay in this world. ]
house of cards
[ on the other hand, the house of cards full of silly, spicy, and serious questions intrigues the wizard just as much -- enough to pull up a chair and chinhands at it. he's used to letting other people confide on him on their own over time, but getting to know one through party games like these isn't so bad. even if one were to pull an embarrassing question, at least they aren't forced to like, make out over it or something.
not that shylock wouldn't be opposed to it. he's a freak like that. but nobody knows that yet so shhhhhhh. ]
Now, then. Let me do the honors.
[ he's decent when it comes to cards, his sharp eye able to deduce which one to pull without nudging the castle of cards. ]
"What's one thing you've never told anyone about yourself?"
[ a rather invasive question already, but shylock wouldn't know if the other person will be lying or not, so. it's up to them how they'd play their hand. ]
morning after
[ wait nvm i really want to do morning afters so ill slide in this one real quick. this is a prompt for those who aren't morning people, the not-so-early birds who really don't wanna get that worm. shylock is one of those people, and he will sleep on throughout the day unless someone somehow attempts to wake him up.
but perhaps you are just as much of a not-morning person as he is, choosing to sleep in throughout lunch. and the only reason why you've woken up is because of the smell of tobacco -- looks like shylock's giving one of those cigars he'd gotten from a patron who attended the more lavish parties from last night a shot. ]
Oh, pardon me. I seem to have forgotten my manners... [ yep. totally not a morning person. still, he attempts a smile as he extends his cigar. ] Would you like to try?
[ damn ]
wildcard
[ permissions and opt-in for his magical sixth sense here! though in the latter case i will be playing fast and loose with it since im still uncrusting this muse haha. kinklist tba, but i'd rather do lighter kinks/foreplay in this tdm for now. lmk if you wanna do something else via DM! ]
[In the year Loki has spent in this strange place, this is the first time he’s seen something happen for a second time. He clearly remembers playing this game not long after his own arrival and it both bothers him that he’s been here long enough to have this happen and oddly relieved to see something familiar.
At least his partner for this round seems to be rather confident, especially for a newcomer.]
Is it now? I suppose that remains to be seen. Though I admit this isn’t a terrible way to meet someone.
[At very least he’s had worse first meetings before. Both here and before.]
You do not have to worry bout me. This is not my first rodeo, as they say.
[Loki actually has no idea what a rodeo even is, but he understands the gist of the saying well enough.]
[Being over 1000 years old himself, Loki understands fully. Even if he is still rather young for his kind.] If you are looking to be surprised, this place is certainly able to achieve such a thing. They are quite good at keeping us on our toes.
[He nods and picks up the dice and rolls, bringing up a 3 and a 5. Kiss, Mouth. Well that’s easy enough. Loki leans in, a glimmer in his eyes.] Kissing, my favourite.
[ well, this man is personable enough. the prompt is easy enough to start them off -- perhaps a little too easy, prompting a short laugh from shylock. ]
Eager, aren't we.
[ he leans in as well and presses his lips to the other man's, short and sweet. see? too easy. ]
But let's raise the stakes, shall we? [ he picks up the die and rolls them with a flourish: a 9 and an 8. all right, then. ] Come here, let me whisper into your ear.
[Loki only shrugs in response to being called eager. He’s not particularly, but the man sitting across from him isn’t unattractive either and he finds it best to simply get on with what the House wants. No point in wasting time.
Well, that and he really does like kissing. Even when they are brief like the one he just recieved.]
Whisper away, but if I might request not sticking your tongue directly into my ear. I find it much more pleasurable on the outer shell.
[If Shylock thinks he hears some amusement in that, he’d be correct. Though he might also notice the light shiver that runs through Loki. Not many people go for his ears and he’s starting to wish that wasn’t true.
Once the deed is done, Loki sits back again as he takes the dice. He frowns at the roll, 8 and 1. Pinch lips? He really did forget how strange this game could be.]
[The man across from Shylock has been eying him with careful appraisal since the moment they were sat across from one another; an unpleasant vibe, difficult to pinpoint as to source or nature, pervades his aura.]
[But then- Matoba would say the same of Shylock. Then, there is only one thing to be done.]
What's the point of a game not played seriously? [He says in flippant reply, reaching forward to take the dice in hand. He rolls them in his palm- easier, these 12-sided dice, compared to the standard 6- and then lets them cast across the table towards the man across from him.]
1: TICKLE | 3: CHEST
[Matoba's one-eyed gaze casts back upward, and then flicks towards Shylock's chest. How much clothing has he got to dig into, here...?]
[ similarly, shylock is sensing something lowkey sinister from the other man sitting across him. it feels more or less like a miasma surrounding the boy, particularly coming from that concealed eye of is. how curious. and curious western wizards like shylock would like nothing more than to try and take a peek of what's underneath -- but that's rather unbecoming of a gentleman like him, is it?
and thus, he will behave. it's like vibing with the likes of owen and company. it's fine. he chuckles at the result of the dice roll, his smile widening at matoba. ]
My, already? I would've shown you my chest any time if you're so inclined.
[ he's beginning to unbutton his suit and tugs the fabric aside, revealing a certain tattoo underneath. ]
It seems that's the will of the dice, [Matoba chuckles, giving a light shrug with a roll of his shoulder and rising slowly from his seat across the table. He takes two strides closer, just enough to stand over Shylock and cast his shadow, his good eye falling to the mark just inside of his shirt.]
[How interesting. Certainly not just a coincidence, Matoba wonders if that mark is something like a curse, or more like a protective charm. He reaches out, brushing fingertips along the shape of Shylock's collarbone with a touch that barely brushes enough to scratch- light enough to tickle- and then round with a flourish to feel out the skin over that mark.]
[...He doesn't sense something malicious from it...]
[The path of his fingertips dips just under the curve of Shylock's chest, and nails claw lightly against the top of a rib before his hand draws out again. Maybe just enough to leave a light scratch?]
Hmm. I'm not especially partial to it either way, [He decides, a flippant dismissal as he steps back to his seat and plops back down.] But the prompt was a little boring.
Maybe yours will be more fun. [He pushes the dice back across the table for Shylock's turn.]
[ wouldn't he like to know about this mark? shylock sits there, smiling idly as his eyes dim when matoba lightly traces over his skin. it barely tickles him, right up until the other man's hands explore the tattoo as if to sus something out from it.
but alas, there's nothing special about that mark right now. seems that his heart does not feel like setting itself ablaze to impress the young man here. if he felt matoba scratching at his rib for a moment there, he doesn't let it show in his face; instead, he'll just tuck that away for future reference with a rather nonchalant expression. surely this man isn't already showing his own prejudice towards him, is he?
humans truly are fickle.
with a chuckle, shylock picks up the die and throws it down with a flourish: a 10 and a 2. wow. ]
Now, that's more like it. [ he stands from his seat, prompting matoba to stand up once more. or maybe he should sit for this? whichever he chooses, shylock will obediently get on his knees before him. ] Will you do the honors? Or shall I lift the fabric myself?
[Ah, he is being watched. And not simply in the manner in which two players of a game sizing one another up might be, but rather he feels the man settle back in a particular way when Matoba is inspecting the strange mark, and eying him with a smothered reaction- amusement maybe, or suspicion?- when he returns to his seat. Has he found something, after all?]
[He didn't notice a cardsuit in that design, and so he thinks it must be unrelated to the game. With that in mind, he will have to examine this man more closely.]
[In any case, he needs to be more alert of what's happening outside of his observation. Matoba glances down at the dice, and the guide of actions associated with them, and raises an eyebrow.]
I'm beginning to think this resort associates me with certain proclivities that are not to my tastes, [He says dryly- yet nonetheless, Matoba slides fingers into his tightly-wrapped kimono, and untucks it to loosen it from around his body, giving Shylock proper access. Wouldn't you know it- the man's inner thighs are already a scattershot of tiny red and purple marks, ranging from nips to full on, toothy bites- some have even left tiny scars.]
[A veritable chewtoy. Not that he's enthused about it.] Do what you must.
[ who wants the worm... not murr. he rather have the mouse. or the gems. the latter of which he'd been able to win in a few of those games! pays to be a gambler at a casino, huh? what happened after that was a little fuzzy. not like, a fun kind of fuzzy? more like wool being rubbed on his brain kind of fuzzy. the kind that leaves static electricity that would make a cat's fur stand up on end.
and now? it's the scent of smoke that touches his nose as his eyes slowly open to meet the smiling ones of a familiar face. ]
Forgotten 'em? Or did ya gamble 'em away?
[ watch him bat at the smoke before he taps the butt of the cigar with one finger. ]
[ of course the cat has scampered his way onto shylock's bed. is this even their room? not that it matters. knowing shylock, it's probably something opulent, like in the fancier parts of town.
he should be happy to see a familiar face, but instead he's taking in a long drag. when he speaks, billows of smoke curl out from his mouth. ]
Silly Murr. I know better than to gamble away my magical artifact. Although, that does raise some questions about our current whereabouts.
[ the cat will always find a way to follow because otherwise, shylock's life would be far too simple without this murr hart making sure there's something interesting happening around him. not to mention he'd feel lonely! doesn't shylock care about his feelings... the ones that are mostly about the moon? ]
Yeah? I've been looking for a way out. It's crazy! I haven't seen a single window that faces outside yet!
[ and his sense of time feels off. is it day? night? ]
[ it pains him to admit it but...... he right u_u shylock would be utterly bored without murr metaphorically knocking shit off the desk that is his life. but shylock need not to say that part out loud because murr knows that he knows.
how loathsome indeed. ]
Really, now. [ he idly taps his cigar at a nearby ashtray. ] Does that mean you haven't seen the moon since?
[ of course murr is right! has he ever been wrong in his life? he might not be the great philosopher and genius right now, but he's still got a knack for being correct when it counts. ]
Nope. It's a shame, I'm pretty sure my beloved misses me as much as I miss it! But even then I think I'd still be able to feel the moon even if I can't see it.
[ it's confounding, but murr's willing to figure out new and exciting ways to get what he wants. ]
[ if he fits, then he sits. this is not a murr thing. this is now a robin thing. after all, he can be adventurous when he wants to be! there's nothing wrong with meeting a stranger. at the very least, it's one that looks pretty accommodating to him? that he's equal parts curious and careful; two qualities that robin can't say he shares in the same proportions. 'careful' should be wary of him. ]
Um. Something I've never told anyone about myself...
[ taps his chin! ]
... I think graveyards are really peaceful. I liked running around in them when I was little.
[ is that. is that too morbid? it's a fond memory, at the very least. ]
[ oh, now that's interesting. the gap between this cutie and his thoughts regarding his past with graveyards paint a unique picture in shylock's mind, and he can't help but lean in closer. ]
Well, you aren't wrong about that. In well-kept graveyards, most humans would leave flowers, candles, and prayers to their loved ones who have passed on. I understand why you think it's peaceful.
My brother and I would play in them. I think it's because it was always quiet and no one would bother us. But that was a long time ago.
[ his voice trails off, though he's no longer thinking about when they were like. literally six or seven and being left to their own devices. not to mention his brother won't age a single day for the rest of his life! neither will robin but that's... you know. ]
No, no. Haven't had the time. I've been really busy with school and recording and taking care of our websites and stuff. [ idly rolls his fingers on his own knees. ] Been kind of a whirlwind.
[ and then he catches himself. robin's been yapping. he should learn more about--- ]
You're not human?
[ sorry shylock. you're too handsome to be just some guy walking around. even robin is astute enough to hear that and make a little assumption. still, he should carefully grab a card to ask a real question like: ]
Wait. Sorry! That one didn't count. 'Who do you miss the most?'
[ the more the cutie talks, the more the picture in shylock's head begins to form, brushstroke by brushstroke: robin and his brother frolicking among the tombstones, the well-tended graveyard quiet save for their mirthful laughter. ah, such is youth. the days shylock can never go back to, even when he tries.
but enough about that. the mention of "websites" and such brings the sage to mind, and he nods. tfw he hates tech so they're gonna have to move on -- ]
That's all right. I make no attempts in hiding who I am, anyway. But yes, you're quite right - I am Shylock, a mere bartender and a wizard from Western Country.
[ mere bartender, his ass. he's not the type to glaze himself up anyway - other people can do that for him. ]
The one I miss the most, hm? [ a wan smile. ] I wonder. There's someone I used to know who was... let's say, out of reach for me.
[ getting to know people is yves' specialty—and perhaps he's a little drawn to a game of questions with varying levels of intimacy. he's perfectly bright-eyed and open when shylock pulls out the card, and a little awed note leaves him with how easily he plucks one out.
the question is pointed—but he's clearly not intimidated by it. instead, he reverses it immediately: ] Ooh, I like this one. How about we make a rule that we both have to answer each card?
[ an eye for an eye and all that! but he smiles when he suggests it, sincere and earnest. ]
My answer's really good though... [ okay, talk about hyping himself up. he leans over, hand already beckoning shylock to similarly match him, like he's going to whisper the answer right into his ear ] You can't tell anyone either, okay? I'm trusting you.
[ what is with pretty boys and eyepatches lately? must be a new trend going around. not that shylock is complaining. there's a lot of appeal in missing eyes, and the intrigue that comes with it cannot simply be ignored. that's practically catnip for western wizards. ]
Fufu. Why not? The more we know about each other while we're still here, the better.
[ how ominous. the smiling doesn't help, the corners of his mouth stretching wider when he's being beckoned to lean closer so that the younger(?) boy can confide in him. ]
I make no promises, but you can trust me. [ like, seriously. he can't make promises for his own health. ] What is it?
when shylock leans in a bit closer, he might be able to catch that it's less of an eyepatch and more of a lace mask. dark, covering up half of yves' face—and the flesh beneath is discolored. the extent is less obvious, the mask doing its job, with yves' dusk-colored eyes bright against the deeply goth accessory. it's giving otome phantom of the opera
yves' eyes twinkle with both delight and mischief when shylock plays along just enough, and he tilts his head and lowers his voice in the same moment ]
I think the incarnation of Death in my country is quite the romantic, and I'd like to wingman for him one day.
[ ohh, he sees now. he's so intrigued by the discoloration around his eye, but perhaps he'll save that for later. right now there's gossip afoot, and shylock brings a hand to his mouth conspiratorially. ]
Oh, do tell. Just the mere idea of the incarnation of death falling in love is romantic in and of itself.
[ no seriously tell him more juicy deets?? it's not like he knows the guy. he's just here for romance talk hehe. ]
[ Floating is very different from flying. It's even different from gliding, and Seimei is unfortunately stranded in the air, without a real means of propulsion, thinking about how unfair it is that his usual items were all stripped away from him. He's huffing while also trying not to spill the rest of his champagne, which makes balance complicated. But he does smile when he hears the question, always intent on at least trying to be polite. ]
Ah, do you think so? I suppose having a group of balloons does look better than just one, but I'm not sure that will help us get down...
[ Or maybe they'll come down too fast. That's a bigger concern to him. ]
Are you experienced with this kind of, uh, transportation?
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shylock / promise of wizard
dirty dice (open to nsfw)
house of cards
morning after
wildcard
Dirty Dice
At least his partner for this round seems to be rather confident, especially for a newcomer.]
Is it now? I suppose that remains to be seen. Though I admit this isn’t a terrible way to meet someone.
[At very least he’s had worse first meetings before. Both here and before.]
You do not have to worry bout me. This is not my first rodeo, as they say.
[Loki actually has no idea what a rodeo even is, but he understands the gist of the saying well enough.]
Would you like to roll first or shall I?
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[ even someone who has lived for a millennia and a half such as shylock is still capable of pleasant surprises -- and not so pleasant ones, too.
the man before him, if nothing else, seems genial enough. shylock then gestures his hand over at the die. ]
Please, go ahead. I'm all but new here, so you may as well show me the ropes first, hm?
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[He nods and picks up the dice and rolls, bringing up a 3 and a 5. Kiss, Mouth. Well that’s easy enough. Loki leans in, a glimmer in his eyes.] Kissing, my favourite.
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Eager, aren't we.
[ he leans in as well and presses his lips to the other man's, short and sweet. see? too easy. ]
But let's raise the stakes, shall we? [ he picks up the die and rolls them with a flourish: a 9 and an 8. all right, then. ] Come here, let me whisper into your ear.
[ more like lick, but. details, details. ]
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Well, that and he really does like kissing. Even when they are brief like the one he just recieved.]
Whisper away, but if I might request not sticking your tongue directly into my ear. I find it much more pleasurable on the outer shell.
[If Shylock thinks he hears some amusement in that, he’d be correct. Though he might also notice the light shiver that runs through Loki. Not many people go for his ears and he’s starting to wish that wasn’t true.
Once the deed is done, Loki sits back again as he takes the dice. He frowns at the roll, 8 and 1. Pinch lips? He really did forget how strange this game could be.]
plunks down over here, PVP dirty dice let's go
[But then- Matoba would say the same of Shylock. Then, there is only one thing to be done.]
What's the point of a game not played seriously? [He says in flippant reply, reaching forward to take the dice in hand. He rolls them in his palm- easier, these 12-sided dice, compared to the standard 6- and then lets them cast across the table towards the man across from him.]
1: TICKLE | 3: CHEST
[Matoba's one-eyed gaze casts back upward, and then flicks towards Shylock's chest. How much clothing has he got to dig into, here...?]
we are so fucking back
and thus, he will behave. it's like vibing with the likes of owen and company. it's fine. he chuckles at the result of the dice roll, his smile widening at matoba. ]
My, already? I would've shown you my chest any time if you're so inclined.
[ he's beginning to unbutton his suit and tugs the fabric aside, revealing a certain tattoo underneath. ]
Is this what you like to see?
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[How interesting. Certainly not just a coincidence, Matoba wonders if that mark is something like a curse, or more like a protective charm. He reaches out, brushing fingertips along the shape of Shylock's collarbone with a touch that barely brushes enough to scratch- light enough to tickle- and then round with a flourish to feel out the skin over that mark.]
[...He doesn't sense something malicious from it...]
[The path of his fingertips dips just under the curve of Shylock's chest, and nails claw lightly against the top of a rib before his hand draws out again. Maybe just enough to leave a light scratch?]
Hmm. I'm not especially partial to it either way, [He decides, a flippant dismissal as he steps back to his seat and plops back down.] But the prompt was a little boring.
Maybe yours will be more fun. [He pushes the dice back across the table for Shylock's turn.]
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but alas, there's nothing special about that mark right now. seems that his heart does not feel like setting itself ablaze to impress the young man here. if he felt matoba scratching at his rib for a moment there, he doesn't let it show in his face; instead, he'll just tuck that away for future reference with a rather nonchalant expression. surely this man isn't already showing his own prejudice towards him, is he?
humans truly are fickle.
with a chuckle, shylock picks up the die and throws it down with a flourish: a 10 and a 2. wow. ]
Now, that's more like it. [ he stands from his seat, prompting matoba to stand up once more. or maybe he should sit for this? whichever he chooses, shylock will obediently get on his knees before him. ] Will you do the honors? Or shall I lift the fabric myself?
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[He didn't notice a cardsuit in that design, and so he thinks it must be unrelated to the game. With that in mind, he will have to examine this man more closely.]
[In any case, he needs to be more alert of what's happening outside of his observation. Matoba glances down at the dice, and the guide of actions associated with them, and raises an eyebrow.]
I'm beginning to think this resort associates me with certain proclivities that are not to my tastes, [He says dryly- yet nonetheless, Matoba slides fingers into his tightly-wrapped kimono, and untucks it to loosen it from around his body, giving Shylock proper access. Wouldn't you know it- the man's inner thighs are already a scattershot of tiny red and purple marks, ranging from nips to full on, toothy bites- some have even left tiny scars.]
[A veritable chewtoy. Not that he's enthused about it.] Do what you must.
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morning after
and now? it's the scent of smoke that touches his nose as his eyes slowly open to meet the smiling ones of a familiar face. ]
Forgotten 'em? Or did ya gamble 'em away?
[ watch him bat at the smoke before he taps the butt of the cigar with one finger. ]
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he should be happy to see a familiar face, but instead he's taking in a long drag. when he speaks, billows of smoke curl out from his mouth. ]
Silly Murr. I know better than to gamble away my magical artifact. Although, that does raise some questions about our current whereabouts.
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Yeah? I've been looking for a way out. It's crazy! I haven't seen a single window that faces outside yet!
[ and his sense of time feels off. is it day? night? ]
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how loathsome indeed. ]
Really, now. [ he idly taps his cigar at a nearby ashtray. ] Does that mean you haven't seen the moon since?
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Nope. It's a shame, I'm pretty sure my beloved misses me as much as I miss it! But even then I think I'd still be able to feel the moon even if I can't see it.
[ it's confounding, but murr's willing to figure out new and exciting ways to get what he wants. ]
But I'm sure you'd be okay with that, huh?
[ hehe. ]
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house of cards
Um. Something I've never told anyone about myself...
[ taps his chin! ]
... I think graveyards are really peaceful. I liked running around in them when I was little.
[ is that. is that too morbid? it's a fond memory, at the very least. ]
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Well, you aren't wrong about that. In well-kept graveyards, most humans would leave flowers, candles, and prayers to their loved ones who have passed on. I understand why you think it's peaceful.
[ cute... ]
Have you visited one as of late?
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[ his voice trails off, though he's no longer thinking about when they were like. literally six or seven and being left to their own devices. not to mention his brother won't age a single day for the rest of his life! neither will robin but that's... you know. ]
No, no. Haven't had the time. I've been really busy with school and recording and taking care of our websites and stuff. [ idly rolls his fingers on his own knees. ] Been kind of a whirlwind.
[ and then he catches himself. robin's been yapping. he should learn more about--- ]
You're not human?
[ sorry shylock. you're too handsome to be just some guy walking around. even robin is astute enough to hear that and make a little assumption. still, he should carefully grab a card to ask a real question like: ]
Wait. Sorry! That one didn't count. 'Who do you miss the most?'
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but enough about that. the mention of "websites" and such brings the sage to mind, and he nods. tfw he hates tech so they're gonna have to move on -- ]
That's all right. I make no attempts in hiding who I am, anyway. But yes, you're quite right - I am Shylock, a mere bartender and a wizard from Western Country.
[ mere bartender, his ass. he's not the type to glaze himself up anyway - other people can do that for him. ]
The one I miss the most, hm? [ a wan smile. ] I wonder. There's someone I used to know who was... let's say, out of reach for me.
[ lol. lmao. ]
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house of cards
the question is pointed—but he's clearly not intimidated by it. instead, he reverses it immediately: ] Ooh, I like this one. How about we make a rule that we both have to answer each card?
[ an eye for an eye and all that! but he smiles when he suggests it, sincere and earnest. ]
My answer's really good though... [ okay, talk about hyping himself up. he leans over, hand already beckoning shylock to similarly match him, like he's going to whisper the answer right into his ear ] You can't tell anyone either, okay? I'm trusting you.
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Fufu. Why not? The more we know about each other while we're still here, the better.
[ how ominous. the smiling doesn't help, the corners of his mouth stretching wider when he's being beckoned to lean closer so that the younger(?) boy can confide in him. ]
I make no promises, but you can trust me. [ like, seriously. he can't make promises for his own health. ] What is it?
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when shylock leans in a bit closer, he might be able to catch that it's less of an eyepatch and more of a lace mask. dark, covering up half of yves' face—and the flesh beneath is discolored. the extent is less obvious, the mask doing its job, with yves' dusk-colored eyes bright against the deeply goth accessory. it's giving otome phantom of the opera
yves' eyes twinkle with both delight and mischief when shylock plays along just enough, and he tilts his head and lowers his voice in the same moment ]
I think the incarnation of Death in my country is quite the romantic, and I'd like to wingman for him one day.
[ what an odd thing to say! ]
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Oh, do tell. Just the mere idea of the incarnation of death falling in love is romantic in and of itself.
[ no seriously tell him more juicy deets?? it's not like he knows the guy. he's just here for romance talk hehe. ]
getting bubbly
Ah, do you think so? I suppose having a group of balloons does look better than just one, but I'm not sure that will help us get down...
[ Or maybe they'll come down too fast. That's a bigger concern to him. ]
Are you experienced with this kind of, uh, transportation?