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Alright, I'll believe you. If it's coming from you then surely you aren't just saying things to get me paying you a bit of attention. You honestly don't even need to pull the birthday card for any.

[laughs, fondness evident in her eyes as she makes a show of sizing you up after quickly wiping her lipstick off on a bit of tissue]

Hmm... So you're letting me choose my target? How about... Here?

[gently brushes away whatever bangs or loose hairs are there obstructing your forehead then plants a nice, exaggeratedly noisy smooch squarely in the middle.

—all the while, with a bit of sleight of hand, slips a little gift either into an easy access pocket or into your bag, whichever one was easier to get to—

then pulls away, satisfied, but acts as though she still got a little bit of lipstick on your face and "wipes" it off with her thumb for a bit of distraction]

There! A little birthday kiss for the birthday girl. I hope you had a good one today, Roxie. Unfortunately I can't stick around for too long—need to go meet a few people for a project.

Take care of yourself, yeah? Say hi to Xavier for me!

[leaves in what can be considered a rush, but truthfully she has nowhere to be. she just doesn't want to see you find her little present, hidden in a small clothe pouch: a dainty ring, smelted and finessed into a little snowdrop, its stem acting as the main body of the ring that ended in three flowers.]

Psssst, Dolasach! Fiiirst of all, you look very pretty today! As usual! I mean, you're always pretty!! Just maybe a little extra pretty today hehe.

Second of all.... Is there any chance I could push my luck a bit and maybe maybe get a lil something for my birthday?

Like maybe a tiinnyyy little kiss, IIII dunno.........

Roxie? Goodness, you don't have to flatter me like that to get my attention, you know!

Although... I'd be lying if I said it didn't give a few butterflies to hear a pretty girl call me pretty...

Hmm... Since it is your birthday, I suppose a little kiss wouldn't hurt, now would it? Where do you want it, dear? Ah, but let me wipe off my lipstick first—wouldn't want to trouble you with cleaning off the stain.

alain delon | viviane attia l’insoumis dir: alain cavalier

She holds a hand over her mouth in a half-hearted attempt to hide her laughter—that’s the first time in a long time that she’s seen that happen. But she doesn’t let it let her get her guard down and makes sure she’s ready for his attack.

“So… Pretty much anything?” she asks, just to make sure. She doesn’t bring up the possibility that she might ask him something about his strange side job as some kind of data fabricator and researcher for Xavier, or that she might try to dig a dirty personal secret out of him for the hell of it. Not that she thought her question came anywhere close to being as invasive as either of those things.

But for the sake of keeping up some suspense… It was a little fun to try and make him just a teeny bit paranoid about what she’ll ask. If she’s lucky, it might even throw him off his game.

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>

Flowers of the Sea. The Graphic London: The Graphic Illustrated Weekly Press, 1907.

"broken vows" or "the irises" / from the embroidery series @/andreazanatelli