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[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. ]

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ . . . but calms down after a while & kinda. draws up his knees & extends his the hand holding the card away from his face so that he could at it. he's looking pretty pleased. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ hears nothing, but oliver knows he's there, which is why he quietly scoots forward on his knees and sits facing the doors. opens his mouth & then closes it, though lifts his hands and presses them against the place where simon is resting against, leaning forward to press his cheek against the space between.

for some reason it's comforting, but he's not sure why. just takes the tiny, private moment to himself & will think about it later. ]

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ turning it over a little, flips it to its back, turns it upright again -- does that several times, determined to look at it from all angles. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ thinks maybe he can forgive oliver... ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ but then realizes that oliver's still hiding. jumps up to his feet & raises his voice two octaves. ]

HEY! Come out right now!

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ jumps backward at the sudden outburst and smacks the back of his head on the wall behind him. holds the spot and whimper-whines once, looking up at the doors. ]

...

[ slowly and carefully opens them up, but only enough to peer up at simon. waits for the worst, unintentional puppy eyes and all. ]

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ turns around to face the noise that came from the wardrobe.

is currently going >| & rips the doors open wide. ]

So you are in here!

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ here we go... phase one: SEETHING ]

Why didn't you stop when I told you to, huh? Now my stomach hurts!

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ flinches at the doors being thrown open, shrinking back a little. ]

I-- I'm sorry!

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

And this! [ holds up the card. please note the crumpled-ness. ] If you hadn't run like that, this wouldn't have been ruined!

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ pause. & then for good measure: ]

Stupid.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ looks at the card, then back at simon. scoots back just a tiny bit more. ]

I'm s-sorry.

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

. . .

[easytype.livejournal.com]

Hmph.

[ turns away. ]

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ & then, with his back to oliver (his shoulders tense, the back of his neck coloring slightly), mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like thanks. ]

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ blinks up at simon, expecting more lecturing. is surprised when he turns away, but it only makes him give one of his soft looks, even if he can't smile. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ instead of sitting in there he slowly gets up, moving to stand beside simon. glances down at the other's shirt and notices glitter on it. doesn't hesitate in reaching over to brush it off gently, as if it were something he did all the time. ]

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ notices, but doesn't comment on it (it doesn't bother him), still kinda stuck in his embarrassment. ]

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ & then... a thought. ]

... ah.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ his embarrassment has now been replaced with righteous (...?) irritation. ]

I didn't get anything for you! You should have told me you wanted something for Valentines!

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ stops and looks up at him. time for two new things: 1) speaking his mind 100% honestly & 2) lack of... stuttering? ]

I didn't really want anything.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ notices both things and becomes flustered, removing himself from simon's space. ]

I- I mean-- [ fumbles with his words, the edge of his sleeve between his teeth as he nibbles on it. goes quiet again. ]

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[easytype.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't seem to notice, caught up in the moment as per usual. looks at him with-- more intensity than this type of situation should typically require. ]

Yeah? Well, I want to get you something.

[easytype.livejournal.com]

So spill. What do you want?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ keeps the piece of sleeve in his mouth, glancing over at him. really... doesn't have anything he wants, but knows simon would be upset if he said that. drops his hand an inch or two, cheeks red as he speaks gently. ]

C-could you surprise me?