"So It's Valentine's Day... Welp Time To Go And Make Enough Chocolate To Give Wonka A Heart Attack."

"So it's Valentine's Day... Welp time to go and make enough Chocolate to give Wonka a Heart Attack."

Proceeds to do just that. Make enough Chocolate to feed an entire kingdom of them.

Time Skip to the very next day. Pink Bunnies and all give out chocolates like it was going out of style. Alister is seen violently shoving chocolate into mailboxes.

"Get. In. The. Box! Whew there we go. Now to give the single friends chocolate bombs in the form of chocolate rabbits... Yep this is a great idea."

Alister puts his hands up and catches Rudolph before he ended up tumbling the both of them down to the ground. Soft white hands, Scarred and calloused from dark deeds and noble deeds. Both of them were holding the drunk Reindeer Boy by the shoulders, though he was able to stop Rudolph from crashing down he can't hold him up for long. He was the quick one not the muscle. That was Rudolph's thing. "Hey I can't carry you all the way there you know! Your heavy with muscle. Rabbits aren't that buff.. especially me." It was in these times Alister wished he had the Physical Strength of his baby brother.

And there it was. Alister slowly stumbled about and as his balance ceased to exist. He then quickly acted to get it back again with desperate panic to not look like a dumbass in front of Ru and the other patrons in the bar. Hey wait a minute... yeah there were others here. And they were giggling and making jokes. Humph if they were enjoying the show of seeing their boss and him acting like drunk idiots then so be it. He goes and dances Rudolph on the way to the room. "Fine but a little dance to the room? I think our audience deserves a good show."

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“Ali-ka….” Rudolph had a bottle of vodka in one hand and slapped his other hand on Alister’s shoulder, partially to steady himself. His face was red from drinking. “I… I care for you. Very much. You are like… not like brother, but… like… like very very good friend…. But maybe… there is more there, da~?”

“Not the first time straight guys get confused with me. I just hope that didn’t happen with you man. As much as I actually do want a boyfriend and not a photoshoot partner I don’t think you’d be happy with that?”

The scowl was mitigated it a teasing smile. At least he’s funny and confident, hopefully not cocky though, or in a relationship. Hehe. Papa Tai did say play cute with the ones that catch your eye, and if they don’t like? Well, it makes good humor. Valentine then walked over to his ugh bodyguard and sized him up and then looked around for any vehicles that would be their ride. Ash looked handsome, a nice blend of ruggedly masculine and boyish, the face shape and symmetry are quite fine. Chin and nose are desireable and a pretty set of ruby red eyes. He’d make a good model or at least a cosplayer at the very least, the scars though normally a problem is also easily fixed by the power of the beauty world’s constant hero. Makeup, either way, to amuse himself with the previous boredom he played lookie with his Aesthetic Eye. He then backs up and asks. “So where’s the ride?”

A Bodyguard really?

(Link is here. Pic not mine just wanted to find a face claim. Support the artist.| https://pin.it/jlgns7ppf2chxk) Valentine looked at his phone with an irritated sigh, apparently, stalker fans and some other psychos decided that getting in on the idea of wanting to kidnap him for whatever crazy shit has gone so bad that his agent had to hire a personal bodyguard. Great. I mean don’t get him wrong the security is nice it’s just that his said security is 5 mins late to the meeting point and they have the friggin car, bike or whatever! He’s been waiting at the colder parts of Mistral and he had to hide his face and his ears for hours just so that no one would recognize him. Kinda hard when you won Mr.Vale a few years ago and you have fashion magazines with you on the front cover. Anyways that damn Ash or whatever better come here quick before he gets so mad he blows his cover or before the cold gets past his scarf and winter shades.

Alister internally sighed he disliked it when he had to be the peacemaker to these two. He was a ex serial killer for Dust's sake. He was the worst one to be given the role for moral judge. But he had to do so because Sapphira wasn't here and he rather eat warm sugar donuts at a bakery later than deal with this.

So Alister walked in between the two and shoves a reindeer plush to the both of them and animated the plushies to hug the two. "Are you two done with the arguing? Persy said something careless but she means well. If it was any other person Ru I'd see your anger to be a little more valid but we know Persy. She's our friend, she knows how hard it is for us. So I'd expect you to be less hair trigger for her." Alister said to Rudolph with a frown, to help get the point across that this was not a fight to pick. He then turned to Persy and continued his chidding. "And Persy though I know your intentions are good we expect you to be more sensitive about it because we know you know. And though both of you guys have your own faults on this let's not something small spark up and hurt our friendship. Fighting like this is what causes people to go and think the way they are now. Violence breeds violence as how kindness breeds kindness." Alister then smiled as he hugged the two together. "Now can we all just kiss and make up?"

A Slight Slip

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Rudolph, Alister, and Persy were taking the day to stroll around town, window-shopping. It all seemed quite routine, but as they were walking, they had stopped to get some shaved ice on the street. The vendor had been a lynx faunus with rows of braids tied into a bun behind her head and feline ears studded with earrings. Only after they started enjoying their treats did someone speak.

“She was very pretty, for a faunus,” Persy commented off-handedly, taking a small bite of her sour apple ice cone. “Such a shame she’s chosen to live behind a booth. I’m sure she could go places if she tried.”

Rudolph stopped and gave her an odd look. “… There are couple things wrong with what you said.”

Persy blinked at Ru, genuinely confused. “Did I offend you, darling?”

Rudolph wanted to fold his arms, but he looked at the treat in his hands and just grimaced. “Yes. For one, she was pretty. Not for faunus, just pretty. You’re pretty, for a human,” he snarls. “Does that feel good? Why separate?” Persy flinches, but Ru wasn’t done.

“But that is just first part! You think she is choosing to work there? You think she is happy to be servant, making little money to survive? You assume she hasn’t tried. You do not know her.”

“Oh, and you do?” Persy huffed. They had both turned their bodies to fully face each other, staring each other down and temporarily forgetting they had a third party with them.

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What? What just happened? Did Ru.. Did Ru really just kissed on the nose!? The pink rabbit Faunus was smiling like a simpleton as his mind tried to realize just what exactly just transpired in the past minute. Rudolph is drunk and being cute (not really something out of the ordinary) but confessing to him? Was this a joke? Did they read his dairy again? Persey is going to get it if she did. But back to the topic at hand or more accurately at hug. Rudolph Donnerov, his childhood crush, bad boy with a heart of gold extraordinaire, had just kissed his nose and is acting like they are already dating. Que Gay Panic.

Alister couldn't help but internally panic as he began thinking a thousand thoughts per second. Holy Crap this was happening should he hug back? Did Rudolph want to hug him back? Was this still a prank? Oum Dammit! Alister makes peace with himself and just says fuck it as he hugs back and responds. Hopefully between Ru's drunk self and his cute bunny charm he can get around this... Maybe... Worse comes to worst he'll get drunk the next night and make a lot of bad choices.

He swallows his fear and begins his counter. "Oui Oui Cherie. So is the Red nosed Reindeer Confessing to me? Forgive me if I am not as happy as you'd think I'd be but.. This is a big surprise to spring upon me Ru. I am happy truly. But it would put my mind at ease to hear you say this to me when you are sober okay?" Alister says softly as he nuzzles into the taller boy's neck and whispers into his ear. Hopefully Ru does get what he's trying to say... Or maybe he'll forget the next day.

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“Ali-ka….” Rudolph had a bottle of vodka in one hand and slapped his other hand on Alister’s shoulder, partially to steady himself. His face was red from drinking. “I… I care for you. Very much. You are like… not like brother, but… like… like very very good friend…. But maybe… there is more there, da~?”