[Limelight]

[fullcursemeal]

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Cashmere Nonsense Pre-Boat

[unlimitedtimeoff]

[on this particular day, a certain white-haired, blue-eyed annoyance is making his presence known to the gym at large because not only does he have a bubble tea but also a bag of sweets (bribery for a certain young gym protege), but because his hands are busy juggling them, he kicks open the door without checking if there's someone behind it.]

BOOM, BABY!

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[fullcursemeal]

[can you believe this?? there is, indeed, someone behind the door. someone who was just coming in himself and perhaps foolishly decided to stop for a moment right in front of the door because he got an urgent text he needed to reply to.

so the door smacks him in full from behind, making him stumble forward and drop his phone, which then goes sliding across the floor]

[fullcursemeal]

[he turns around, ready to glare his way into an apology from WHOEVER JUST DID THAT???]

[fullcursemeal]

[oh.


oh no.


it's him.]


... Mr. Cash!

[okay maybe not glaring after all, but he can smile and still expect an apology]

[unlimitedtimeoff]

Hm? Didn't I say that usin' "Mr." makes me feel old?

[anyway, he's totally going to peer down at the phone that fell, brb.]

[fullcursemeal]

[internal screaming, striding over to try and get that phone before him]

You know it's only out of respect.

[also where is his apology?!]

[unlimitedtimeoff]

[why would you think you'd get one?

but lets him get his phone, at least. heh.]

Didn't ask to be respected, so it's kinda pointless.

Peony

[abaogenesis]

[ It isn't one of their scheduled family dinners, this weekend, but one of the simple "we have free time at the same time" dinners. Peony always has an open invitation for Shura (if she can be reached at all; the last couple of times she could not, for whatever reason) even beyond playing house for her ex in-laws, because, well. He's simply good company.

There's a polite knock at the door about ten minutes earlier than their agreed-upon time, and she's there, with a nice little bottle of baiju and a box of pastries to share. ]

[fullcursemeal]

[the convenient thing about knowing someone intimately (or as intimately as one can hope to know Peony) is that her being early is already accounted for, which means she's right on time]

Good evening. —Ah, you shouldn't have.

[moves to the side to let her in]

[abaogenesis]

Good evening.

[ As always. She bows her head a little, politely, as she comes in and, with the air of familiarity only someone who lived in this place for years could, skirts past him to carefully remove her shoes in the entryway, and make her way to the kitchen table. ]

Shouldn't I? It's been a while since we've had a drink together, and you're hopeless as a patissier.

[fullcursemeal]

Haha. According to you yes, but I feel like your standards just keep getting higher.

[there's plates and cups on the table already and chill music playing at a soothing volume, he was Prepared]

[abaogenesis]

If we don't raise our standards with our skill level, how will we ever improve?

[ She looks pretty pleased by this setup, even if the music wasn't entirely her preference; she could give this to him at least, and it was entirely inoffensive.

She puts the baiju on the table and uncorks it, before going to tuck the pastries into the fridge for now. ]

But it isn't as if I'm entirely unreasonable. I'm willing to wait for quality. What's for dinner, darling?

[thefaultinthestars]

[the setting is, you are 'on again' with your on again off again 5+ plus running relationship with this internet rando you got into a fight with as a teenager but ended up having several surprisingly heartfelt conversations about a lot of random topics. You know he's a pessimist and has an annoying sense of humor and sometimes gets a little too dark for you, but he's surprisingly supportive and non judgmental too, and unlike possibly everyone else in your life, doesn't seem to have any expectations of you.

Also you're getting married in a week.]

EldritchSock: hows it going?
EldritchSock: she killed you for your money yet?
EldritchSock: wait. that can't happen until next week.

[fullcursemeal]

Asura: Haha
Asura: Very funny

[thefaultinthestars]

EldritchSock: Haha
EldritchSock: I am
EldritchSock: but seriously you're getting a prenup right?

[fullcursemeal]

Asura: Yeah, obviously
Asura: We've talked about it
Asura: We're really only doing it bc our parents want and it's convenient
Asura: So, shrug
Asura: At least we're on the same page

[thefaultinthestars]

EldritchSock: ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ
EldritchSock: maybe she's a keeper after all?

[demonicdomestic]

[It's the same sad building as always. A run-down strip mall with a handful of neighbourhood shops at street level, and a narrow alley behind that leads to the warren of fire escapes, patios, and balconies jutting out from the apartments on the second and third levels. The kind of place rented to students and other short-term occupants, with all the maintenance and care that implies.

The same route. Three sections down, past the large patio nearly overgrown with plants. Up the rickety stairway across from the faded yellow utility shed, to the tiniest of the second storey balconies. No markings on the door, no business sign, no indication that you're in the right place at all. The only reason to knock was if you knew, if you'd been part of the long whispered chain of i know a guy. dm for details.

And the figure who answers that door is, as always, nothing at all like the kind of person you'd expect to run a clandestine cleaning and restoration service. Neat, well-kept, stupidly tall and dressed in that distinctly Astrologer mix of bold colours and mixed patterns, and looking far more exasperated than eager for another commission.

Today, as he opens the door, his greeting is simple, short and harried.]

Again?

[fullcursemeal]

[sir, please]

... Is it a bad time?

[demonicdomestic]

[A sigh.]

No. If it's going to be any day, Mondays are the best days.

So?

[fullcursemeal]

... I brought tea?

[holds up a small tin of what looks like unnecessarily fancy loose leaf tea, surely Twill will appreciate this??]

peony again (domestic ?bliss? edition)

[abaogenesis]

[ Marriage is a bit weird, isn't it. Going from being perfect strangers to a few parent-led meetings to a handful of dates (if they could be called that; more like more meetings set up by their parents without their direct supervision, as if they were children) to tying the knot in less than half a year. Such things were by design, of course, and it would soon come time to finalize their new home together (a nice apartment not too far from either of their needs and work) but for now, more daunting: the honeymoon.

... Well, maybe for Shura. Peony seemed relatively at ease all the way up from their home to the lake house (with plenty of nearby amenities, of course) chosen for them by her mother, and over the next day or so settling in it was probably easy to see how significantly more relaxed she was no longer surrounded by both of their families.

Unfortunately being winter sometimes shit snows. And a bit worse than anticipated... At some point whenever Shura comes out of hiding(?) he'll probably find her staring out one of the bay windows contemplatively at the snowfall. ]

Re: peony again (domestic ?bliss? edition)

[fullcursemeal]

Do you want something to—...?

[he just showered and is toweling his (shoulder-length) hair dry, fully dressed, of course. as he notices her, he has to pause and wonder if he's interrupting and should just leave her alone, or...]

Re: peony again (domestic ?bliss? edition)

[abaogenesis]

Hm?

[ she turns to face him, and offers a smile. ]

I was just thinking that it's beginning to pile up. Are you hungry? I can start making dinner.

Re: peony again (domestic ?bliss? edition)

[fullcursemeal]

I don't think you should be cooking on your honeymoon...