some time this week, silco will find a CUTELY WRAPPED BOX (im sorry but it's polar bears floating on a navy blue background holding red martini glasses) delivered to the doorstep of his choice ... along with a card written in surprisingly neat cursive.]
Dear Silco, I am so thankful that you are part of my life and that we get to spend this holiday season together. I hope your Yuletide is as happy as the happiness you bring me! :-) -Vash
the current owner, vi, said something like that. that the original owner had completed his punishment and left. but i suppose a sinner can never truly help himself from falling from grace again and again.
No doubt. She took it over after Dazai left the first time. I don't believe for one second that this place allows for completed punishments. It's better not to rise so the fall isn't that far when it occurs.
Not unless the place loses its ambiance, I assume.
A fox knows methods to outsmart another fox. Wolves can break into their lair and tear them apart.
By all means.
[There was a brief pause between lines of replies. It had been a month since his daughter disappeared, and it remained an open wound which distracted him and soured his mood daily.]
[also ah... it'd be lying to say that wasn't the answer he expected to hear, but it still somehow sat wrong with Richard. There was frustration and anger stirring within his stomach.]
if you estimation of this place's nature holds true then she will no doubt be back in her father's arms sooner than you know it.
It seems more fitting than a wolf for me. You disagree?
[He did not appreciate the nudge for hope. He preferred to anticipate as there was a different emotion involved. He did not wish to be disappointed by hope.]
Time will tell. Perhaps this place will realize it cannot tame her or perhaps it will give it another try and return her to me.
i suppose a cunning, sly fox that works alone int he dark does suit you better than the brute pack animals. however, both are ultimately preys. i would rather be the hunter than the hunted.
In that way, we are the same. I simply don't need to kill with my own hands. I have people that enjoy it far more than I do.
[He doesn't either, but Richard brought up Jinx in the first place, so it seemed prudent to investigate the entirety of the subject.]
As in we live apart and sneak opportunities to see each other on occasion? It depends on the state she is in upon her return. I will make certain she is alright.
things will return as they were. [he repeats, feeling unsure what else to say. if jinx were truly return it'd mean that this, whatever these past two months had been, would be swept under the rug. blissfully forgotten as their private bubble would be broken.
[He'd like to ask whether time would grow boring to Silco, or if he ever missed the action from the old days. But honestly? The second part has now all of his attention.]
[When Silco and Richard originally began their secret dalliance their premeditated meetings would take place either in Richard's house or at the upstairs of the Last Drop where the older man's office lied. However, ever since the departure of the man's daughter the nature of their intimate moments had changed from secrecy to something more domestic. Now that Richard had been living with the man for nearly two months there was no need for hushed and hidden encounters in the dark, not now that they shared roof.
And who knows. Maybe it was the lack of the prying eyes, which would love nothing more than to catch Richard on the act and make him face the music, that made him feel more bold than normally. Or maybe it was the silent ire and anxiety looming in their house because of that absence that made him move the way he did? Or perhaps it was the ever so damned, heinous hope that had slithered to his mind, gnawing and eating him slowly from inside out.
Or maybe he was just desperate and horny? That could as well be it.
Well, whatever was the case. There he was, climbing up the stairs in the Last Drop. And just like back in the 'old times' he was wearing his cloak that covered him from head to toe, veiling him in the darkness. The gloved hands pushes the door to the office open, and he walks in. He immediately closes the door behind and reaches for the lock, not wanting to risk in any of the outside world getting in.
Then, without saying anything he walks up to the desk, circling around it and places his hand on top of the paper stack, fingers spread wide. Wordlessly demanding his lover's attention.]
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