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[neighsaying]

INBOX (UN: OMNIDIRECTIONAL) text / audio / video / action This is Jean. Leave a message, and I'll reach back out when I'm available. [ Previously was thunderspear ] code credit

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[placation]

I'm fine! I'm very full of baked goods and overwhelmed with knowledge of how to make them. It's still too much of a science for me, ironically...

I'll see if I can't pawn some of these off to Dolph though, that's a good idea.

[neighsaying]

Well, maybe you can teach me. If you want to look at a macaron again anytime soon. Otherwise, you can send him my way next time.

If all else fails, we can hand them out at the market - free samples.

[placation]

Excellent idea! I'll go there soon. I'm not a good salesman, but you don't have to be with free food, right?

[neighsaying]

Not at all. I'd hate to see any of it go to waste, so giving it out is always a good choice.

Need any company when you go? My work is done for the day once I make sure everyone knows to take the macarons and macaroons.

[placation]

Sure, why not? Let's go feed the masses of Stellari.

VDAY THINGS

[laserhawk]

Hey. You free?

GASP

[neighsaying]

I am. What's up?

[laserhawk]

Well.

I have something for you. Where are you?

[neighsaying]

Stellari, at the kitchen.

I can be off soon, though.

[laserhawk]

Meet me at the pier then?

[neighsaying]

Meet you there.

[ Jean makes haste in wrapping up his work, leaving notes for Maruki and the cooks, and then heads out. He's wearing his heavy winter coat over one of his normal sleek outfits, and there's a small tin in his hands; sugar cookies, iced in colors that remind him of Dolph and other bright things.

He waits at the pier - he didn't need to ask where, it's the spot where they had their date together. When he hears familiar steps, he turns with a smile on his lips. ]

[laserhawk]

[ dolph is holding something in a paper bag. he seems a little on the fretful side, shifting on his feet before he relaxes at the sight of jean. he heads over to press a light kiss to his cheek ]

I got you something. I meant to give it earlier, but I had to — It took some time for me to figure it out.

[ he holds it out. inside is . . . a scarf. it's not incredibly well made. the stitching is a bit awkward. it's black in colour, with stars and a lake in the middle. ]

[neighsaying]

[ Jean kisses Dolph on the cheek as well before he pulls away. The statement that he 'had to figure it out' has him tilting his head curiously.

He hands Dolph the tin of cookies in exchange for the bag. When he opens it, it takes him a moment to realize that it's handmade. ]

You made this?

[ He doesn't sound disappointed. He sounds touched, and he immediately pulls it out to drape it over the back of his neck, looking at the stars and the lake. ]

[laserhawk]

[ he hesitates before speaking. ]

Eren told me, long ago, that gifts of clothing were romantic. They counted as . . . intention. I wasn't — I didn't feel confident about it before.

[ he pauses before reaching to adjust it, tugging on jean's collar. ]

I am now.

[neighsaying]

[ Clothing was romantic - intention. Jean hadn't even considered that, but what was one of his first gifts to Dolph?

A sweater, to keep him warm. Jean smiles softly, leaning into Dolph adjusting his collar a little. He leans up to press a kiss to Dolph's lips, soft and gentle. ]

I love it. I love you. And I accept, obviously.

[laserhawk]

[ dolph smiles, just as soft, as he slides his arms around jean's waist to kiss him, letting the sweetness of the time linger on their mouths. ]

[neighsaying]

[ Jean sinks into the kiss easily. He knows Dolph is always worried about the cold of his metal parts, but Jean has never found them to bother him. He wraps his arms over Dolph's shoulders, only pulling away when he needs to breathe. ]

I feel a bit bad I just got you cookies, now.

[ It's a light tease, but he's already plotting a gift to get Dolph in the future. ]

[laserhawk]

[ dolph gives a low chuckle, squeezing him a little. ]

I like cookies. It works out.

I was thinking about this for a while. It's my . . . engagement gift. I didn't get you a ring, so I wanted something of equal meaning for you.

[neighsaying]

I love it. It means more than any ring.

[ He tilts his head to look up at Dolph a little. ]

"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a sixpence in your shoe."

It's a rhyme about a superstition, from one of Erwin's books. It's supposed to mean good luck for newlyweds.

[laserhawk]

[ huh. ]

I think I've heard of it. Long ago.

I guess you can wear it then. If you want.

[neighsaying]

[ Jean smiles teasingly. ]

Even if we end up getting married in the middle of summer and I'm sweating my ass off?

[laserhawk]

[ he flushes. ]

Maybe it can tucked away somewhere.

[neighsaying]

Like on the bed.

[ ... MAYBE he has an angle here, as he leans up to whisper it into Dolph's ear. ]

[laserhawk]

[ the flush darkens. ]

It's not a . . . bad idea.

[neighsaying]

With me in it.


Wearing nothing else.

[ If Dolph still hasn't gotten the hint by then, Jean will be smiling. But he might kiss him just to make it clear, too. ]