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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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[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?

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ distracted by making sure he gets everything off rob's face. ]

What brought what on?

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ . . . likes this, a little. reaches up to brush off some of the bigger chunks of cake left on riku's face.

& he doesn't really know how to word this, so he's making hand gestures to riku's face & his own shirt, still dirty with food. ]

This.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ finishes finally, just... smiling, as usual. ]

Sounded like fun at the time, I guess.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ stares for a moment, then looks down at his shirt. starts picking at it again. ]

Let's head back.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ quickly wipes the smaller smudges on his own face, setting the washcloth on the sink afterward. ]

If we must.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

Or I could shower here.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ ... you shouldn't have said that, rob. now riku is standing there with an expectant look on his face. ]

You could, yes.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ . . . well, he knows now. an eyebrow goes up. and towards the door he goes. ]

Wait in the room.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ stays in place. ]

Why? We're both guys.

1/2

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

. . . you're misunderstanding me. I'll be showering in the bathroom of my old room.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

But it's your choice. If you want to wait here.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow, per usual. then sighs, like it's such a big deal for him to have to walk out. ]

I'd say that I won't go through your stuff, but I can't make any promises.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ now he's confused. blinks once. & then twice. ]

Haven't you done that already?

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

Not recently. Who knows what Anna's pulled out.

[ or rather, anything he might have added in. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ considers this & then it's his turn to sigh. ]

Then please return to him anything that isn't mine.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

What am I, your servant? You do it yourself.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

It was more of a request.