#m-atchmaker

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HE'S IN THE MOOD TO BE AN IRRITATION, A NUSISANCE IF YOU WILL. ❝ i'd say, you're a busy little lady today. the phone is ringing off the hook. shall i take this call for you? i'm NOT a fan of the holiday, but i could tend to some of the gossip on the line. let's hear what the commonfolk have to say about their woes of love & whatnot. ❞ @m-atchmaker 's services were popular on the day of the FOURTEENTH. she was running her tail off about the office, all while he's kicked up at her desk — his boredom does make him crave a bit of work. even if romance is not his strong suit.

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pets his ears

❝ DO YOU NOT HAVE ENOUGH WORK TO BE DOING ? ❞ he lounges back in her office chair, CUPID'S HANDS buried in his hair. she is fixated on his ears, of all the things to be stuck on. it's not the first time, but he will try to deflect the topic. bringing her back to the pile of paperwork on her desk. all of them, requests: to be denied or accepted. it seemed that her business had been BOOMING since his last broadcast; not that he will brag about the sheer star power that he has.

plucking one off the top of the stack, he flicks the paper out with a swivel of the wrist. letting it crack against the air. ❝ BELINDA, age of death: twenty - seven. wants her ex - husband to see the appeal in her again. now, that isn't a tall order for someone like you. ❞ kicking one leg over the other, the chair rocks with his weight. squeaking pathetically on it's hinges, her office could use an update with all the new income.

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he's spending the evening with @m-atchmaker, observing the crowd. the air is filled with good spirits & the likes. but he knows that his plus one has her own opinion about the couples that attended together. she is a professional at this matter as they say. ❝ i do think that the majority of these dates are a bit mismatched, wouldn't you say? perhaps , we should have come prepared. we could have made a real fuss. ❞

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❝ I COULD FINISH THIS, don't worry your little head. just sit tight, enjoy the show. ❞

@m-atchmaker

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gently pets his ears

HER OFFICE HAD BECOME ONE OF HIS FAVORITE PLACES TO LOITER. it was a breath of fresh air from being at the hotel, where he was called upon for each & everything. here, he wasn't expected to do much, save answer the occasional phone call if she would permit him to do so. sitting in the swivel chair at her desk, he hears her footsteps against the floor. she's approaching him. but he doesn't know for what reason. he assumes that it's just pacing, worrying about when her next client would make a call, just to be disappointed once again. though, he is surprised when her hands make their way into his hair, toying with the ears atop of his head. tilting his head back in the chair, he makes an attempt to look up at her from his spot.

❝ normally, one would ask before they go putting their paws on someone. i didn't think you to be someone who would break that rule. then again, you're just full of surprises ! ❞ his ears flicked at the intrusion, though he makes no move to stop her at the spot. ❝ are you seeking comfort, because you're worried about the state of your business. or has your curiosity just gotten the better of you? ❞ he doesn't consider himself an animal to be pet. but, she might have seen things in a different light. his ears poking up over the top of the chair so perfectly.

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HER MAKEUP WAS SMUDGED IN SOME PLACES, likely from rubbing at her eyes. either that, or she had let her frustrations get the better of her & let out some tears. whatever it was, he was not going to pry about it. holding @m-atchmaker's face in his hand, he turns her head to the left , then to the right. inspecting how he could apply the eyeliner evenly, without getting rid of what was already there. he had some experience with makeup, from doing stageplays in his youth. it wasn't to say that he was some expert at it, nor would he claim to be one. but he definitely knew more than the average person who didn't partake in wearing makeup. he had more experiences wearing it than could be counted on two hands. which made him able to assist her with this sort of a wardrobe malfunction.

she seemed upset that he'd pointed it out to her, but it hadn't been done with ill intention. ALASTOR was trying to help her save face, and not look upon her future clients with a face that looked as if she had just been through a breakup herself. ❝ don't be silly, my dear. i will fix you up good and proper. now stand still, otherwise you might end up looking lopsided. ❞ keeping his hand on her chin, his other hand went in with the eyeliner. placing his thumb overtop of her eye, he encouraged her to close it. drawing with steady hands, he perfects the wing on one side, before tilting her head ever - so - slightly to get the other side. ❝ you're shaking, relax. i'm not going to stab you. haha, that would make your eyes water even worse. ❞

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❝ TURN THE PHONE OFF, I WANT SOME COFFEE. ❞ it's been a particularly stressful day at @m-atchmaker's little office, and he's getting to the end of his patience. the phone has been ringing off the hook, and it's his job to answer it for her. ready to pull the plug on it, he waits for her agreement to do the deed.

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" . . . " if looks could kill, @m-atchmaker would be lying on the floor. it'd be a cold-case, most definitely. " what the fuck is this? why are you here? you ain't got any appointments with me. " — starters. xoxo