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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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[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ reaches with a hand to take it. ]

I cannot vouch for tomorrow.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ moves it away as rob's hand hovers nearby, opening his mouth briefly to show him what he wants him to do. ]

That's fine. Another time, then.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

. . .

[ looks apprehensive. at both what riku wants him to do & pushing back plans. ]

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow. 'i'm waiting,' etc. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ here, let's have a (manly, competitive) staring contest. ]

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ are you kidding me? riku lives for competition. this is him staring and keeping the sandwich in place. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ yeah? well, riku needs to keep his arm up & still holding that sandwich in place. rob just needs to sit here & stare. ]

1/2

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ riku is strong, he knows what he's doing. ]

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ ... after a minute or two passes by he just. shoves the sandwich into rob's face. rob's face, meet peanut butter and jelly. pb&j, meet riku's beautiful boyfriend's face. ]

1/3

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ ?! ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ make some kind of indignant sound & pulls his face away, p&j smeared over his mouth & probably onto his cheeks from the struggling.

. . . ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ hand shoots out to try & return the favor. maybe even throwing his half-eaten one at riku's face. ]

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ DODGES. because he's riku, which automatically means he's quick.

that plate still has a few sweets and sandwiches on it, which is why riku grabs one (looks like honey something-or-other), grabs rob's shirt, and then proceeds to drop it down there, making sure to smoosh it into his chest with a hand. insert large grin here. ]

A gift, from me to you.

1/2

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ looks momentarily shell-shocked. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ then, with some amount of calmness, picks up a fistfull of cake & smooshes it against the general region around riku's nose & mouth. ]

Consider it returned.

1/3

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

...

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

That's it.

[ instead of grabbing any of the food over there, riku's picking rob up, laying him to rest on one of his shoulders. automatically grabs a cupcake with his free hand, too. ]

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ smiles widely, even if rob can't see it at the moment. still, he sounds pleased. ]

Try anything funny and I'll shove this down your pants.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ was about to squirm, but freezing now. that is not a nice look in his eyes. ]

. . . put me down.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

No.

[ walks back towards the door and opens it. steps out and makes his way around the crowd towards an unknown destination, raising an eyebrow in amusement at anyone who happens to notice. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ will ignore the crowd for the sake of his pride. & commence squirming. ]

If we're leaving, let me walk.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

No.

[ keeps on walking, ignoring the squirming. it takes him a minute or so but he finally finds a bathroom, which is his cue to (gently) put rob down and nab a washcloth. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ this look he's giving you is not very friendly. turns to the sink to wash his hands first. ]

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ notices said look, but it's too bad that it only makes him smile. waits until rob's finished with his hands before dampening the washcloth, careful in his movements as he turns rob's face towards him, beginning to clean that mess up in an affectionate manner. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ was picking at his shirt after washing his hands, but stands very still when his face is cleaned up. & is starting to relax again, fraction by fraction. ]

. . . what brought this on?