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[3ofswords]

 

I don't know how you got this number, but leave a message or skip to the unsolicited dick pics.

Okay, vaguely solicited.

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audio; backdated a bit, to maybe the 7th

[jengohshit]

Hey.

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[3ofswords]

[It's lucky he's in his room when the little tome begins to chime: he still hasn't taken to carrying it with him. The voice is familiar, and nothing in the tone gives him a better clue as to what that syllable means.]

Uh, hey yourself.

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[jengohshit]

So, I wanted to, apologize? I guess? Things got, uh, a little heavier than I'd have normally let them with someone I don't, you know, know well.

Not sure why I'm apologizing for really good sex, but you know. [With a bit of a laugh:] I'm really not normally like that.

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[rising_tide]

How are you getting dick pics on a book. Wouldn't they be sketches. Or etchings.

Do you have dick etchings. Can I see them.

[3ofswords]

[It takes a good fifteen minutes, but slowly a page of Daisy's tome fills with something like a charcoal rubbing, which eventually reveals a shape that is either a top-press of a tome-sized dick, or the Virgin Mary if you squint and really want to wind up on local news.]

i fucking do now.

sadly i didn't get the unsolicited dick video this morning, mostly because i was in the room with that dick at the time.

1/4

[rising_tide]

oh my god this is everything I never knew I needed out of life

2/4

[rising_tide]

Wait there was an unsolicited dick vid and WHERE WAS I?????

3/4

[rising_tide]

I forgot why I even messaged you I got distracted by various and sundry dick topics

[zephrah]

[Somehow at some point during Yule, either through Vax or just Keyleth flinging a box at his door and then walking away, Kira recieves a small package containing a handmade bracelet.

It's unsigned but there's a goddamn feather from his goddamn bird in it its probably not that hard to narrow down who'd do that.]

[rising_tide]

[ Daisy's bad at gifts, okay? She didn't get them growing up, like, ever. But Kira's gives her a good idea, and she makes a quick run through the stores with her fat bag of gold and leaves him something in his room with a note: It seemed like the right accessory, like something every self-respecting member of a girl gang should have. xoxo D. ]

For Yule

[stabbersinyerfambles]

[The day after Kira gives Cehd'ra his gift the miqo'te finds an excuse to find Kira and give him a simple but sleek leather bag. There's enough room inside for his tome and then some. Also inside is a package wrapped in stiff blue paper containing a very small cuff as well as a stone pendant. Cehd'ra finds an excuse to not be there before Kira opens it.

There is a note with wrapping.]

'the cuff is for hoshi's leg the rest is for you

thank you'

For Yule

[readytocomply]

[ Bucky's gifts are placed outside Kira's room, propped up by the door. The first is for Kira, the second for Hoshi. Inside Kira's package he'll find this with a note - ]

Look at the bottom of the box.

- JBB

[ If he does, he'll find the real gift; a thank you for what he gave Bucky. ]

[3ofswords]

[ Bucky will find a note, on its own, slid under his door after receipt of the gift. ]

I have a few things to wear with that wig next time you spend the night.

-K

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[rising_tide]

QUESTION.

In your opinion, how many people does it take to make up an orgy. Like where's the cutoff. Where is it officially an orgy and not just, like, a couple people doing it in the same room. What are in your opinion the qualifying properties of an orgy.

I figure it has to be like at least more than six people, right?

[3ofswords]

ANSWER

what does your heart tell you?

j/k yeah i've always figured like, 5-7? even numbers usually wind up like, a lot of couples fucking in one place.

if we're talking classically tho like u gotta get drunk as hell on wine and worship bacchus or something. are you inviting me to an orgy? can i draw a giant pentagram on the floor for kicks?

For Yule

[notmyarena]

[Damen's a little late on gifts, both because his mun forgot her laptop cord in the mountains he's new to this whole Yule thing (Solstice wasn't really a gifty holiday) and he's not the most creative gift-giver in the world. He realizes, too, that he doesn't really...know what Kira would like. Besides sex, alcohol, and a nice man to suck.

That's a sad list. Sex is on there twice.

What Kira will receive, therefore, is a soft package wrapped in a flamboyant paisley scarf (because what is wrapping paper?) and inside, a silky robe of midnight black and purple with constellations blazoned over it. There's a note attached too:

This reminded me of you. But if you prefer something of mine instead, you know where my room is. -Δ ]

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[quatrain]

Okay, I have a question... I have to buy something but I don't know where to get it.

[3ofswords]

Have you tried Fairy Ebay?

[ After a beat, he sighs. ] Is this a sex toy something, a wild plant something, or underwear?

help me jesus 1/2

[shitpit]

you live too far and it's too late so just pretend i'm doing the boombox thing.

[ ATTACHMENT ]

2/3 i lied

[shitpit]

now that that's done, would you do me the great honor of going to prom with me?

3/3

[shitpit]

i'll even get you a corsage that matches your eyes.

Prom Starter

[shitpit]

[It seemed a bit surreal to be standing in the Akiyama household, posing for what had to be the fiftieth picture of Kira and him in their tuxedos. Before he had come over, his mother had mustered enough strength for three photos before she waved him off, patting his cheek fondly and telling him to have a good time. It had felt clinical, sitting in portrait style poses with his own mother while one of their staff took the pictures.

In complete juxtaposition, the Akiyama household was lively and chaotic, Chiyo underfoot constantly, Mrs. Akiyama encouraging them to do this ridiculous pose or that. He was mostly looking forward to the pictures and video that had been taken of Kira's face when he had solemnly present a poorly crafted cardboard corsage that he had spent ten minutes making. He'd brought along a gold one too of course, he wanted the night to have a good start, and even though he had given Kira an endless amount of shit about the golden tuxedo in the weeks leading up to prom, he had to admit to himself at least that he did look good.

Once there had been enough pictures and hugs given to appease Mrs. Akiyama, they were released, Ty straightening out his ( classic if anyone was going to ask ) black tuxedo, face hurting already from how much he'd smiled and laughed. He held out an arm for Kira to take when they headed towards the limo, because of course there was going to be a limo, nodding as the chauffeur opened the door for both of them. He ducked in, going for the minibar inside, whistling slightly at the selection.]

Do you want a drink or are you going to make me pregame alone?

[3ofswords]

Daichi was the arbiter of austerity in the Akiyama household, the bedrock of restraint that tempered its emotional charge. In the throes of his teen angst, Kira might buckle and lash out at his judgment, but it had saved the psychics of the household from feedback loops and coddling, let its children actually integrate into society.

And he would save the picture of himself, seated slightly below his stepfather and neither of them smiling, the glitter of his blazer at odds with the tone.

Wanting to leave the cards out of tonight, Kira had his mother ward his pocket square instead: even with it settled over his heart, Ty warms him with proximity, sunlight through a specific window. Alcohol is going to be a must, but Kira still pulls a face.

"Pregame? We're going to spend half the night in traffic. Pass me every tiny flavored vodka you have."

[goodbye party starter] [for ty]

[3ofswords]

Delilah had put the night together - one part celebration before her circle plunged back into the Spring semester, one part doing her best to kick Ty out of Manhattan's glittering nest. Kira's invitation hadn't even really been one, just a matter-of-fact time and date to appear, a request to bring weed that wouldn't do to them what Felix's tended to.

And, in the final text, like Delilah had a bit of the gift herself, an imperative: Don't fuck it up.

What that actually means, practically, is anyone's guess. Don't fuck up Ty leaving, don't fuck up saying goodbye. Don't get anyone too high to miss a fucking flight. He's not going anywhere in the morning, so he's under no obligations of sobriety or ability to shuffle through an airport without arousing suspicion - but he's smoking cigarettes for now, on and off the fire escape as the night wears on. He'd been scoring treats and taking gold cards to liquor stores several neighborhoods over, so someone else was in charge of making sure Ty arrived, fashionably late and only semi aware of how many people had been pulled in to wish him well.

Kira's still outside, finishing his cigarette and sipping his second solo cup of Grey Goose when the ripple from inside tells him Ty's walked through the door.

He knows it isn't the last time he's going to see him. He knows that much about the short rest of his fucking life, but.

He's going to let himself finish the cigarette, first.

[succored]

It was strange to think that for all the time Ty had spent waffling about what he wanted to do, as soon as he had a goal in sight, his impulse was to run to it straight away without looking back. He had never had to say lasting goodbyes to anyone, especially to his mother, and it had been a terrifying thought to know that in the time he was gone, something could happen to her and he wouldn't be able to help her. He had roped in most of his friends to check in on her when he couldn't, and saying good bye to them didn't really feel real, either. He was sure it would sink in a few months from now, when he couldn't just pick up a phone to call Delilah and listen to her lectures, when he wouldn't get into random weird meme wars with Kira, or when Felix wouldn't be setting his phone off at odd hours.

It made him anxious, but his fear was far outweighed by his eagerness. He just had to make it through this party and make it on the plane tomorrow.

As he pressed through the throngs of people all greeting him, someone pushing a drink in his hand, he couldn't help but boggle a bit. It didn't hit him until everyone he loved and cared about was in one room how many people he was leaving behind. With the most obvious one suspiciously absent.

"Hey, can I trade you a drink for a cigarette?" Ty asked as he poked his head out onto the fire escape, carefully balancing both drinks as he stepped outside. He was feeling good and buzzed, his limbs loose and easy. "And when were you going to make an appearance you ass? I kept waiting for your dramatic grand entrance."