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Fontaine's underdog.
I have my eye on you... bah, not really. But you better behave, if you don't want to end up in a... situation you'll regret.
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#ooc: how did it goooo
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#ooc: a mountain
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#ooc: 6'4 last time I checked
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Ah. He remembers him. This is the young man that almost gets poisoned by the water from the primordial sea.
"Why hello there, Mr. Freminet. Anything I can do to help you?"
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#ooc: I hope everything goes okay!!
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"Ah, not a dick. I don't know if I am relieved or disappointed."
The shark is cute at least. That reminds him that the melusines always depict him as a shark.
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Wriothesley looked down, staring at the words. Hmmm. He sees a few pronouns and articles there, yet some of the words still sound like gibberish to him.
He'll need to check them out in front of a mirror.
"Can I draw something on you in return?" He reached for the pen, palm up.
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"That's all? Is this a new trend or something? I've seen this around for some time."
Yet the man takes off his glove, extending his hand to the stranger.
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"Your marker," He began to explain "has chew marks. I'm pretty sure a child has made them, unless you are the nervous type."
He pointed out.
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Wriothesley arches his brows, watching every movement from Neuvillette's hand, reading what he just wrote with curious eyes.
"Mon loup— N-neuvillette!" The Warden blushes, looking away with a nervous laughter.
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Looks to both sides then tugs at his shirt to show a hairy tit. Smiling unabashedly.
"I'm your canvas."
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spot for him.
So he finally offered his hand to the man.
"What's the age of the kid?"
He asks, unprompted.
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"..." Look. He's not one to trust people easily.
So he stares down at the marker. Round point, fiber, probably felt. Looks like straight out of a child's pencil case. It has some light chewing marks on the cap. This man is probably a father or takes care of children often.
Children are a soft »
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"My arm?"
He reached out to comply with his request almost automatically, still a little bit puzzled.
"What for? I'm not in pain or anything—"
Says as the wraps are already undone and his scarred arm out in the open.
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"Hmm."
He walked up to him, offering the back side of his left arm. The part that's not uncovered by his straps, of course.
"So you had the intention of drawing a dick."
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Good intuition. As if his appeareance didn't give enough 'don't mess with me' energy...
"Sorry, what?"
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"What for?"
The Duke shows reluctance.
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"Careful with your next words."
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#ooc: Actually, my man would be genuinely concerned about him 🥺
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#ooc: we can share custody
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“Fatemeh, this is…”
He turned with a nervous smile. Actually, he’d never asked for the man’s name before. The woman tilted her head, her gaze fixed on 002.
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"Shall I prepare the usual?"
She asked before noticing the redhead, her eyes widening.
“Oh my! You’ve brought a friend, have you?” Fatemeh stepped out from behind the counter and approached the two men, her daughter still in her arms. Wriothesley introduced them. »
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surface. From behind the beaded curtain separating the back room emerged a woman carrying a little girl about three years old.
“Your Grace!” she greeted with a distinct Sumeru accent and a radiant smile. Wriothesley bent down slightly, allowing the woman to kiss him twice on the cheeks. »
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corner. Sacks of tea leaves were stacked there. The whole space had an air of an exotic imports shop than a café.
The Warden approached the counter, leaving his company to inspect the shop freely.
“Fatemeh?” Wriothesley called, ringing the bell on the counter and leaning against the wooden »
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was warm and slightly humid from the steam of the always-on tea infuser behind the counter.
Small piles of different teas were stacked side by side on a sample table positioned in front of the window display. There were bags of tea on a cupboard, and the store was a little messy at the farthest »
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Wriothesley opened the door to the establishment, the sound of jingling bells filling the air.
He held it open for 002 to enter.
“Watch your head.” he warned before ducking slightly and stepping inside after the redhead.
As soon as they entered, the aroma of hot tea filled the room. The interior »
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The shop was certainly tiny.
There was barely enough room for a couple of old tables and chairs that had seen better days. The place occupied the corner of an apartment building, overlooking a narrow street that faded into the distance.
Across the way was a hat shop with dark, opaque cyan windows. »
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little jab with a lopsided smile.
“Tell me, have you even bothered to talk to your neighbors?” He asked with a glint in his eyes.
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the lens of past circumstances, Wriothesley could clearly see that her mannerisms were simply a shield against the world. It reminded him a little of Neuvillette in that regard.
"Of course not. Friendship isn’t decided in a day—it’s something you work on.” Wriothesley said, throwing in that »
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a sip of his tea, his icy gaze fixed on Furina.
“It’s delicious.”
The Wriothesley of several years ago would have been disgusted by the kindness he was now showing to the former Archon, mainly due to the snobbery Furina had always wielded as a way to keep everyone at arm’s length. Now, through »
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The Duke accepted the tea with a quiet, timid 'thank you', carefully holding the saucer with delicate fingers before slowly stirring the contents of the cup.
The clinking of porcelain was an irritating sound in that heavy, suffocating and tense silence. He rested the spoon on the saucer and took »
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didn’t need the full story if it was too painful for Ajax to relive. Wriothesley would accept whatever he shared, waiting patiently for the next moment when he felt ready to reveal the darker parts of his life.
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affectionately with his fiery orange locks. They looked like little flames in the sunlight as they slipped through his fingers.
The older man glanced down to meet Ajax's gaze with a gentle and understanding smile.
“Start from wherever you feel comfortable, my love.” He made it clear that he »
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but it had felt too invasive to bring that up in a conversation with his boyfriend. He didn’t want to force him to talk about it before he was ready.
What he did instead was to give him time. Wriothesley was good at keeping secrets. He absentmindedly stroked Ajax’s hair with one hand, playing »
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strand of orange hair behind it.