![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[Well. That certainly isn't wrong, but it does take a turn from what Kim read as heckling at worst, teasing at best.]
Not completely inaccurate, I suppose. Though I do have my reasons for not walking away completely. Responsibilities.
[Had. He had responsibilities.]
Not completely inaccurate, I suppose. Though I do have my reasons for not walking away completely. Responsibilities.
[Had. He had responsibilities.]
(from here)
I suppose that's the trouble with the written word, isn't it? Miscommunication is so easy.
But I appreciate your indigence on my behalf.
[It's...unexpected. But he can't say it isn't a bit flattering.]
To your question, I suppose I'd expect something in the range of 7 to 9. Though my actual ratings seem to be few and inconclusive. I've got, well, 7 with a potential for 9; "very pretty", and "corruptible".
I suppose that's the trouble with the written word, isn't it? Miscommunication is so easy.
But I appreciate your indigence on my behalf.
[It's...unexpected. But he can't say it isn't a bit flattering.]
To your question, I suppose I'd expect something in the range of 7 to 9. Though my actual ratings seem to be few and inconclusive. I've got, well, 7 with a potential for 9; "very pretty", and "corruptible".
Edited 2022-03-04 07:52 (UTC)
Alright, my curiosity is appropriately stirred.
Let's start with the obvious, shall we: "corruptible?"
Let's start with the obvious, shall we: "corruptible?"
My apologies for not contacting you sooner. And understanding strange things tend to happen at the early part of the month like clockwork: Is this a bad time?
[By and large, it's very hard to tell when Hakkyuu is coming or going with very little to indicate that he's either around the mansion or out of it. So it probably remains a bit of a surprise, to anyone who isn't Vrenille, when he sort of appears out of nowhere and just kind of starts chatting like he's picking up mid-conversation or at a place in casual familiarity that he has absolutely not really worked up to yet.
This is certainly the case when he wanders into the kitchen just as Kim is finishing up making his first cup of tea for the morning, hands shoved into the pockets of the dark sweatpants he has on and the dark purple t-shirt hanging across his upper body so pale arms are on display--probably the most skin he's had on show since Kim has moved in, but he's no less relaxed and casual as he walks in.
Though, a vulpine-esque smile creeps across his face as he spots Kim and he sways smoothly on the stop.]
Mornin', Kim. See you're still wearing pants here and that's a real shame, but--[He gives a playful little shrug in a kind of 'such is life' gesture.]
This is certainly the case when he wanders into the kitchen just as Kim is finishing up making his first cup of tea for the morning, hands shoved into the pockets of the dark sweatpants he has on and the dark purple t-shirt hanging across his upper body so pale arms are on display--probably the most skin he's had on show since Kim has moved in, but he's no less relaxed and casual as he walks in.
Though, a vulpine-esque smile creeps across his face as he spots Kim and he sways smoothly on the stop.]
Mornin', Kim. See you're still wearing pants here and that's a real shame, but--[He gives a playful little shrug in a kind of 'such is life' gesture.]
[Kim nods to Hakkyuu as he first enters the kitchen, stirring sugar into his tea. He hasn't yet completely attuned to the ins and outs of living with three other men yet- even when (especially when) one of those men treats living in a particularly place so cavalierly.
The tea is too hot to drink just yet, which is a lucky thing since there's nothing for Kim to splutter on when Hakkyuu speaks up. Not that he would splutter, mind. Of course not.
But it's quite the greeting and Kim doesn't quite hide his surprise at it, eyebrows both lifting up. That being said:]
Well, we can't all be Jacob.
[His tone is actually a level counterpoint to his initial expression. Because, yes, he has already seen Jacob come down in nothing but bedsheets. Really, is a dressing gown too much to ask for? But his expression has more to do with the implication that it's a shame that he's wearing pants and not the suggestion that he might wear less.
In opposition to bedsheets or even sweatpants, Kim himself is already dressed to his shirtsleeves, which is the very least he'd consider dressing before leaving his room.]
The tea is too hot to drink just yet, which is a lucky thing since there's nothing for Kim to splutter on when Hakkyuu speaks up. Not that he would splutter, mind. Of course not.
But it's quite the greeting and Kim doesn't quite hide his surprise at it, eyebrows both lifting up. That being said:]
Well, we can't all be Jacob.
[His tone is actually a level counterpoint to his initial expression. Because, yes, he has already seen Jacob come down in nothing but bedsheets. Really, is a dressing gown too much to ask for? But his expression has more to do with the implication that it's a shame that he's wearing pants and not the suggestion that he might wear less.
In opposition to bedsheets or even sweatpants, Kim himself is already dressed to his shirtsleeves, which is the very least he'd consider dressing before leaving his room.]
I have a question for you, at your convenience.
(from here)
I haven't had anyone else comment on it, so I may well be in the clear. For now.
If it happens, I'll take your advice. Possibly the more diplomatic approach to start with. Though of course if they're rude to begin with then all bets are off.
I think it's slightly more upsetting that the picture exists at all, really.
I haven't had anyone else comment on it, so I may well be in the clear. For now.
If it happens, I'll take your advice. Possibly the more diplomatic approach to start with. Though of course if they're rude to begin with then all bets are off.
I think it's slightly more upsetting that the picture exists at all, really.
[ An envelope addressed to Lord Kim Secretan is delivered, with a handwritten letter on nice stationery inside. ]
[ OOC note: Invitations have been sent to anyone Jopson and Stephen would have invited. There is, of course, no obligation to participate. An open log will be made and organized within the next week. Please find me on![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
pondicusrex for logistics! ]
[ OOC note: Invitations have been sent to anyone Jopson and Stephen would have invited. There is, of course, no obligation to participate. An open log will be made and organized within the next week. Please find me on
[ Check it out. Jack is such a great boss he’s sending the staff of the Neptune Lounge their very own swords, with their initials engraved into the blade above the hilt. It’s a few days before Christmas, but it’s never too early to learn or show off your existing skills. ]
[ Employees of the Neptune will receive, from Irving, a small packet of lemon-glazed gingerbread cookies -- homemade, so the decorations or flavors might be just a bit clumsy -- and a fountain pen, all accompanied by a simple card: ]
To Mr Secretan,
Merry Christmas!
— Management
Kim will find his Wintersday gift placed at the foot of his bed when he wakes up on the morning of December 24th along with a ridiculous campy card that reads:
A little something for you to come down to breakfast in. Happy Wintersday!
- Vrenille
Inside the box is a woven silk dressing gown with a warm velvet lining. There's also a little voucher informing Kim of his new year long subscription to one of Duplicity's premier underwear of the month clubs.
Edited (Forgot a bit, oops. ) 2022-12-24 12:54 (UTC)
[Outside Kim's door on the 24th is a box with a gift that seems to match pretty well with the one Vrenille gifted him, almost like it was orchestrated. On the soles, in subtle glossy paint to match the matte colour, the left heel says fuck and the the right says me. It's entirely dependent on Kim's observation skills (or sense of humour on that day) whether he'll catch that little personalised addition.
There is a hard scrawled card though with the simple message:]
Happy Wintersday, Kim.
~H
There is a hard scrawled card though with the simple message:]
Happy Wintersday, Kim.
~H
Edited 2022-12-26 17:56 (UTC)
[There's a present delivered the last day of the year, marked with a tag that holds the printed picture of a raven on it. A letter inside accompanies the present itself, sealed with silver wax that holds the signet press of two crossed feathers topped with a cluster of three six-pointed stars.]
May I share my bounty with you that you have plenty of your own for this new year.
My dear Kim, it's almost been a year since I met you and I couldn't be happier that I did. Your friendship and affection are very dear to me and very returned.
Alsp, please take this present as my encouragement for your experimentation with me or not. Or both. Perhaps one day we can upgrade to the full body version.
Happy Candleglow
-C.S.
[Kim will find a package of homemade lavender honey cookies, as well as a harness to be worn under clothing inside.]
May I share my bounty with you that you have plenty of your own for this new year.
My dear Kim, it's almost been a year since I met you and I couldn't be happier that I did. Your friendship and affection are very dear to me and very returned.
Alsp, please take this present as my encouragement for your experimentation with me or not. Or both. Perhaps one day we can upgrade to the full body version.
Happy Candleglow
-C.S.
[Kim will find a package of homemade lavender honey cookies, as well as a harness to be worn under clothing inside.]
She has a sore throat this morning, so naturally I'm thinking about how you sound after you've had a prick down your throat.
You're at the Neptune, are you not?
[Luckily, Kim goes on break shortly after Chris sends this message. Lucky, too, that he chooses to check his phone.
Meanwhile, that morning a single white rose will have been delivered to Chris' doorstep, with a small, unsigned note: 'A pretty rose for a handsome face.']
That's correct.
Meanwhile, that morning a single white rose will have been delivered to Chris' doorstep, with a small, unsigned note: 'A pretty rose for a handsome face.']
That's correct.
[It's a few days after he's found himself 'bought' by Rosita, the cold air out on the porch filling his lungs, that Chris spends some time messaging a few people who were bound to notice his absence. He didn't want them worrying and they should know where he is if they need him.
Not that it seemed likely right now, but that was the sort of dredging heaviness he was aiming to keep from his tone through text. They didn't need to worry or take on the weight some of his friends already had. He's not sure he can handle it.]
Hello, handsome. Sorry if this catches you away from your phone, I've lost track of your schedule for the week. Wanted to give heads up why I'll not be gracing you with my pretty face.
Bit of a mess in the home life's got me keeping my head down for a few days. Promise I'm a text away if you need, though.
Not that it seemed likely right now, but that was the sort of dredging heaviness he was aiming to keep from his tone through text. They didn't need to worry or take on the weight some of his friends already had. He's not sure he can handle it.]
Hello, handsome. Sorry if this catches you away from your phone, I've lost track of your schedule for the week. Wanted to give heads up why I'll not be gracing you with my pretty face.
Bit of a mess in the home life's got me keeping my head down for a few days. Promise I'm a text away if you need, though.
For absolutely no reason at all: do you happen to know your cock circumference offhand? I can make due with diameter in a pinch but accuracy seems key.
A white letter arrives, fine calligraphy on the front, red wax seal (a circle with the imprint of a rose) on its back. The paper itself is the invitation, no envelope to be seen.
To:
Lord Arthur Kim Secretan
The Manor at Forest Sauvage
{ PARTY THREAD }
Lord Arthur Kim Secretan
The Manor at Forest Sauvage
{ PARTY THREAD }
He usually gave things to people art the end of the year...but shouldn't he maybe give something around the holiday time? The day of was out of the question, it was more important to spend time with his partner on his birthday...but the day after was fine and who better than a man who held his affections and actually likely cared about the holiday?
Were he thinking about it, the urge to deliver it in person was also odd, he was often one for leaving presents in mailboxes or on stoops for the intended to find...but for this, he seeks Kim out. Somewhere in the Up, perhaps on his way to the Spread Eagle or some other errand, Chris comes down out of the sky with a ring contained in a velvet, drawstring, bag in his hand and a small smile on his face for his friend.
"Hello, handsome...have a moment to spare for me? I won't take long, promise."
Were he thinking about it, the urge to deliver it in person was also odd, he was often one for leaving presents in mailboxes or on stoops for the intended to find...but for this, he seeks Kim out. Somewhere in the Up, perhaps on his way to the Spread Eagle or some other errand, Chris comes down out of the sky with a ring contained in a velvet, drawstring, bag in his hand and a small smile on his face for his friend.
"Hello, handsome...have a moment to spare for me? I won't take long, promise."
Chris descending from the sky unheralded is something of a shock, although...at the very least, he does have the warning of a large man-shaped shadow to alert him a few moments before it happens.
Kim blinks as Chris lands nearby, but that's all the surprise that's telegraphed, at least. (He doesn't necessarily wonder at Chris having found him: he does keep Chris apprised of his schedule, although it is still less relevant these days than it used to be.)
"Of course. I have all the time in the world for you."
It's perhaps a bit of flattery, a bit of exaggeration, but not much. Kim eyes the bag curiously. His gifts from Chris have been later than this, historically.
Kim blinks as Chris lands nearby, but that's all the surprise that's telegraphed, at least. (He doesn't necessarily wonder at Chris having found him: he does keep Chris apprised of his schedule, although it is still less relevant these days than it used to be.)
"Of course. I have all the time in the world for you."
It's perhaps a bit of flattery, a bit of exaggeration, but not much. Kim eyes the bag curiously. His gifts from Chris have been later than this, historically.
My name is Roronoa Zoro. Vrenille said I needed to talk to you. This a bad time?
[Well that's...interesting? At least, Kim sounds fairly curious when he answers.]
No, I have the time. What topic did he suggest we talk about?
[Kim's accent is extremely posh if one has the context for it and if one doesn't...it probably still sounds very fancy.]
No, I have the time. What topic did he suggest we talk about?
[Kim's accent is extremely posh if one has the context for it and if one doesn't...it probably still sounds very fancy.]
Love. Are you sitting down?
Cause not half a day ago I had a bit of a run-in I’d be a poor partner for not warning of
Cause not half a day ago I had a bit of a run-in I’d be a poor partner for not warning of
Page 1 of 2