valentines stuff :: accepting
@cloudpools sent: “READ IT! READ IT TO ME! NOW!” Blane screams as the message comes in, delicate loops and curls scrawling their way across one of the pages of the linked journal.
I’ll be visiting soon. It’s a special day and I wanted to spend it with you.
Meanwhile the girl on the other end of the connection was fretting, closet filled to the brim with outfits it deemed suitable for a Valentine’s date, yet she was having trouble picking from the sheer quantity of options. Not wanting to delay any further, and having made preparations ahead of time, she quickly picks a simple dress, grabbing her gift and making the trek to the residential veins of the mollusk. It takes her a long moment to compose herself before she knocks, and the moment the door is open, Blythe was tripping through the words she’d practiced in her head (and out loud) the whole trip there. “H- H- Happy Valentine’s Day! I- I made y- you th- these. Th- they look… o- odd… b- b- but Dur’ Zog s- s- said it’s n- not a- about h- how they look- it’s about how they taste!” Shaking hands hold out the box of cookies, which were supposed to be in the shape of hearts, but… they were not. “C- can I c- come in?” Of course, Blane was already trying to claim the gift as her own, using all her might to try and push Gurin out of the way and get to Blythe. ((The hell trio v-day lol
Blane's perfectly sized for a few things. Which is also to say that Blythe is perfectly sized for a few things. In Blane's case however, it's a perfect size for Gurin's hand to clamp onto her skull. Finding purchase with his fingers to lift her up and drag her away from the journal as the intentions are shared.
"Blythe is coming by. Probably for that ..holiday. Says she wants to see me. Not you. ME." Not that it matters what Gurin says. The puppet soul was already snarling about his lying repugnant nature and spitting at his face rather than on his-- ah, there's a time for everything and for now Gurin would fuss himself on preparing rather than punishing.
The lesser fiend had a number of suits. Professional appearance for the intention of making deals and striking an image was a default. it's also simply something that Ukolai preferred for his domain. Never mind they all made business out of the corpse of a behemoth god of a mollusk. The corpses of old entities made for wonderful catalysts and focus-
So the suit is worn, and Blane who was still overcome with rage and disgust barely had time to dress herself in anything outside the normal attire by the time the door is opened. By this time the human girl had found numerous ways to navigate the places between. Whether it was a door or a spell, she was knowledgeable of how to navigate. And what to say when other fiends of the underbureau got too wise.
...didn't make Gurin's part simpler.
"Yo. That looks good." He's looking at her, not the cookies, though they certainly get a glance as well. "Sure, get in before someone else gets any ideas. So. What'd you--KCCHH!!" Whatever smooth thing that the devil had to say in order to get her inside and out of that dress, was soundly ruined by Blane shoving herself through like the garbage she was. Gurin can hardly catch her neck before things go wild. Whatever was in store for this day would probably go about how it always did. Which is to say... until Blythe, the most timid of the three had set down the rules.
There'd be no sense of order in the dwelling.
But snacks would surely be eaten. The cookie hearts surest of all.
