#rafael-tenner

[killianerebus-diranrpg]

I'd like to rent Jason.

Jason is yours for eight hours. 

[noelgaudet]

[Rafe had bought a new suit for Noel, laying it out on the bed with a note that read "meet me at your favorite restaurant when my shift ends at six. Thought we could use a date night. Love you". Once work had ended, Rafe made his way to the restaurant and got them a table, waiting patiently for Noel and trying hard not to play around with the ring box in his pocket.]

[Noel hadn’t expected to find the suit or the note when he went upstairs to clean up, making sure the dogs weren’t in there room. He’d seen Rafe off to work and now understood what had taken him so long to get ready. Noel had been missing him more and more lately. Jackson seeming to make him work longer hours and Rafe usually so tired when he got home they barely spoke. It bothered Noel, but he knew Rafe wasn’t doing it purposefully He wasn’t trying to avoid Noel. He still said he loved him every morning and still gave him a kiss goodbye and it was those simple things Noel enjoyed most with Rafe, though was surprised the man actually picked out a very nice suit.

Noel was sure to get ready well before six knowing it would take him quiet awhile to get everything perfect and it did. It not odd for the man to take at least an hour to get ready if not longer. When he achieved perfection he headed to the French restaurant he favored on the island. Rafe had beat him there and already had a table. The man stood up the minute Noel was walked over seeming to almost knock the thing over in his rush to get to his feet and brush the waiter away so he could pull out Noel’s chair. 

“Rafael….” He questioned more surprised Rafe was wearing a suit and a very nice suit, with a starched button up and a tie that accentuated the suit perfectly. It was perfect. Everything about Rafael in that moment was perfect. “You look stunning.” Noel smiled stealing a quick kiss from Rafe not trusting himself to anymore. “Absolutely stunning.” He complimented once more before taking his seat, still bewildered at why Rafe was so dressed up. “My birthday isn’t until the 25th….” He trailed as a waiter did come over to fill his whine once he was sat and Noel’s eyes narrowed. “Did you find another asset you want to claim? Is that what this is about? You are gone to much at work as it is. I won’t allow you to claim another asset not even in a well made suit Rafael Tenner.” 

[noelgaudet]

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I would much rather you see me in a suit then something so basic. I look foolish do I not? 

[killianerebus-diranrpg]

I'd like to rent Shade, please.

Eight hours, Mr. Tenner. 

[finn-winchester]

[After hearing about Finn's accident, Rafe makes his way to the infirmary where he's led into the room they'd put the asset in. The guard stops by Finn's bed, sighing.] I shouldn't have given you that bike.

[Finn was resting, or trying to, really. It was kind of hard for him to get comfortable with his splinted knee propped up. The whole outside of his leg was covered in a rash of scrapes from his ankle all the way up to his hip. He glanced up when Rafe stopped by his bed, staring at him for a moment before frowning.] What, whyyyyy? 

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[noelgaudet]

Noel was closing up the library and heading to the mall with a book under his arm. He’d told Rafael to meet him there and he swore if the man was late he was going to be livid. They’d had a long discussion about Rafael’s inability to dress and Noel was using that as an excuse to get both himself and Rafe some nicer things. He was a bit early and headed to a bench near the small water feature opening À la recherche du temps perdu by Marcel Proust. He surprised they had untranslated French literature, but the bookstore had been vast and now was a library for him to get lost in and organize for eight hours a day. 

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[finn-winchester]

Hey Finn. [Rafael offered him a little grin as he stopped in front of him.] Would you, uhm, have time to help me with something?

[Finn quirked a brow, smiling a bit.] Sure. What do you need help with?

[killianerebus-diranrpg]

I'd like to rent Jaxon, please.

Eight hours, Mr. Tenner