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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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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ blinks a few times, mirroring rob's movements. looks down at his own chest for a long moment, trying to figure it all out. when he's not sure how to connect the two together he lets his hand drop, a mix of confusion and borderline disappointment on his face. ]

... oh.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ drops his hands too. notices the look & hesitates, deciding to try another tactic. ]

Do you like being around the person?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ glances up at him, then back down at the floor. ]

I... don't h-have a person. I think.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ casually nibbles on his thumbnail. ]

... how do you k-know? If you have o-one.

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[strongtype.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

There's no measure for it. And different, for everyone.

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ is hopeful for a split second there, then feels it tumble down. if he could feel full frustration then he would, but only because it still isn't clicking. ]

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ ... then he suddenly jumps slightly, looking startled. ]

O-oh! I f-forgot! Simon is w-waiting for me.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ looks up at rob again, obviously flustered. ]

I'm s-sorry! For taking up y-your time.

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[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ not sure if he should put two & two together without any solid evidence. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

It's fine. I was going to see you before I left.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

I'll. . . come visit again.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ calms down again at his words, not sure why he's feeling pleasantly warm when he says them. still, his own expression softens slightly. ]

... okay. Thank you.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ have a small smile back, oliver. ]

You're welcome.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ looks at him a bit longer then gets jittery again, awkwardly bowing his head slightly. ]

G-goodbye, then.

[ doesn't know if he did that right or not, which is why he turns around swiftly and stumbles, quickly regaining his footing before making his way towards the kitchen again. ]