[ look im too embarrassed to post this anywhere else so i guess we're going for it ... ]
[ when it comes to drama and spectacle, fontaine certainly doesn't lack for any choice of entertainment ... and one of the biggest and most anticipated event of the season would be the midwinter ball held at opera epiclese on the longest night of the year. everybody who is anybody in the court are most cordially invited, and the duke certainly is not an exception to that rule. which explains why he's been dragging his feet on it for the past few months, trying to find an excuse to not attend.
unluckily for him, everyone else seems much too considerate for his quote-unquote, "welfare" for his comfort. lady furina has presented him with an elaborate five layer haute couture garment (which he promptly reduced to two, pleading the fifth) and the iudex, normally a strict workaholic and therefore his last remaining hope, has gone behind his back to deal with, or otherwise engage someone else to take over, all of the upcoming judicial administration for a whole week prior. which really leaves wriothesley with an even more free time than he is used to, much less come up with an excuse.
he is, in this present moment, contemplating whether he could conveniently trip down the stairs from his office and sprain an ankle, upon the last hour before the event. not that it is at all possible for him to do so - wriothesley knows full well how even after years of apparent stability, everything can come crashing down due to a careless mistake - but you know what, it's still fun to think about. at least it stops him from thinking about the next few hours ahead.
it is more out of distraction than not that he will send a message; after all, wriothesley knows full well that akira splits seconds upon seconds at working odd jobs; the cafe lucerne being the least of his haunts. it's honestly a miracle that he even has the time to pester wriothesley for another round of sparring. ]
What're you doing tonight?
[ honestly he doesn't mean for it to sound the way it does .... forgive. ]
@dejimon
Why the sudden curiosity?
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@rehabilitations
[ rip at them with their horrible doctor cr.... but honestly sigewinne is an angel compared to tae ]
Believe me, she will if she hears what you've been doing.
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i am very gomen for this
don't lie to me
cross my heart
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this is fine............................................
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( woke up in your orbit now where do i start )
[ when it comes to drama and spectacle, fontaine certainly doesn't lack for any choice of entertainment ... and one of the biggest and most anticipated event of the season would be the midwinter ball held at opera epiclese on the longest night of the year. everybody who is anybody in the court are most cordially invited, and the duke certainly is not an exception to that rule. which explains why he's been dragging his feet on it for the past few months, trying to find an excuse to not attend.
unluckily for him, everyone else seems much too considerate for his quote-unquote, "welfare" for his comfort. lady furina has presented him with an elaborate five layer haute couture garment (which he promptly reduced to two, pleading the fifth) and the iudex, normally a strict workaholic and therefore his last remaining hope, has gone behind his back to deal with, or otherwise engage someone else to take over, all of the upcoming judicial administration for a whole week prior. which really leaves wriothesley with an even more free time than he is used to, much less come up with an excuse.
he is, in this present moment, contemplating whether he could conveniently trip down the stairs from his office and sprain an ankle, upon the last hour before the event. not that it is at all possible for him to do so - wriothesley knows full well how even after years of apparent stability, everything can come crashing down due to a careless mistake - but you know what, it's still fun to think about. at least it stops him from thinking about the next few hours ahead.
it is more out of distraction than not that he will send a message; after all, wriothesley knows full well that akira splits seconds upon seconds at working odd jobs; the cafe lucerne being the least of his haunts. it's honestly a miracle that he even has the time to pester wriothesley for another round of sparring. ]
What're you doing tonight?
[ honestly he doesn't mean for it to sound the way it does .... forgive. ]
closes my eyes pt 2
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im going to hell for this freals
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