(no subject)

[shytype.livejournal.com]

[ the time has come for the VALENTINE'S DAY event! is currently skipping every which-way in his white and red outfit, wearing pants just like rob requested. ... well, they're shorts, but it was better than a skirt, right?

nonetheless he moves about quickly, greeting and seating people as they come along. everything is practically covered in red, pink, and white hearts, streamers, balloons and flowers all tastefully designed and hung up in a very orderly (but not overpowering) manner. the small, circular tables are set up everywhere, leaving enough space for people to have their privacy. said tables are covered in lacy white tablecloths, a single white, pink, or red rose residing in the middle inside a simple white vase. oh, and the chairs sort of look like this. cute, aren't they?

in short, valentine's day must have thrown up inside the mansion, but at least it didn't look too ridiculous or cluttered. ]

Comments

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ but whatever, he will make the most of it & go attack the food. munching on a little bit of everything, but ends up being (predictably) set on the ice cream. ]

1/2

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ meanwhile oliver is sort of just. hovering nearby, staring at simon's back, that glittery heart-shaped card in his hand. are his hands shaking? i think they are. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ eventually he steps forward very slowly, then suddenly loses what little courage he has and goes back to his hiding spot, which is behind a door.

half of him wants to just run back upstairs and hide, but remembers how anna helped him even after he messed up five other versions of the same card. doesn't want to disappoint anna and... maybe he doesn't want to disappoint himself. he isn't sure but he knows he has to go sometime or another, which is why he finally starts walking again, though his whole body is shaking by the time he approaches his target. ]

S-S-Simon?

1/2

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ munching on a cookie now. looks up at his name, perks up & then frowns. ]

Oh, now you show up. Where were you all day?

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ --whatever, this cookie's just too good. offering one to Oliver. ]

Try this! It's the best one here. I guess even Anna can get something right -- sometimes.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ stares at the cookie. doesn't know if he can eat it because his tummy feels funny, but slips the card behind his back with a hand and takes the cookie anyway. ]

O-okay.

[ munches. quietly. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ looking at oliver expectantly. ]

Well?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ looks up at him shyly. ]

... i-it's g-good.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

Just good?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

N-no! It's e-excellent!

[ shoves the rest of it into his mouth. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ PLEASED. grabs his wrist & drag drag drag. ]

Should I eat more ice cream? Or try the cakes?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ muffles something like "hrmphrmph" in reply, mouth too full of cookie at the moment. glances at the card still in his other hand, but pretends it doesn't exist. for now. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ ... TARGET SPOTTED. makes a beeline for the chocolate. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ sort of... sighs a bit. doesn't mind being pulled along, but. food. pls to not be shoving anything else into his mouth. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ don't worry, he's too busy examining all the choices. ]

Hmm...

1/2

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ sort of lets his eyes drift elsewhere, jumping a little bit when he notices anna waving his arms at him from the far end of the room. blinks owlishly at him bouncing up and down, making all sorts of weird gestures and-- oh. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ really wishes he didn't see him because now he remembers the card. looks down at his hand, then up at anna (who is literally sparkling in the distance) before inhaling and wiggling his wrist out of simon's hold. time to be brave for 0.01 seconds. ]

S-Simon!

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ distracted, once again, by his name. why does his vanity separate him from the sweets... anyway, looks up & at oliver. ]

Huh? What?

1/2

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ stands there and shakes, his face getting red. what do i do now is what he's thinking, and in his panic he suddenly shoves the card... into simon's face. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ . . . now he's running off into another direction. fast. very, very fast. ]

1/6

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ reacting to the card being smashed into his face: ]

HEY!

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ reacting to oliver running away: ]

HEY!! WHAT WAS THAT FO--

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ looks down at the card -- please hold. ]

...

[easytype.livejournal.com]

...

[easytype.livejournal.com]

......