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Hythlodaeus has been partaking of the food at the picnic quite readily, in particular the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Little did he know that the jelly would make him feel the way he feels when he sees Emet-Selch talking to an attractive man nearby. He pauses, before a cold, indignant rage comes over him. How dare he? He pulls Hythlodaeus away from anyone who may catch his attention, and then he turns around and flirts with all manner of attractive men? They're probably flirting, anyway.

Coolly, he comes over and wraps his arms around Emet-Selch from behind. He's smiling, but it's dangerous, and there's an edge to his voice as he speaks that isn't usually there. "Come now, love, we're going to be late."

And with that he grabs Hades by the arm and drags him away. It's fine. They can either walk around this picnic as a couple, or they can go home- but Hythlodaeus feels like he needs to keep an eye on his lover now. It's only fair.

_{[Hermes has found it hard to emerge from his room, save to feed pigeons in the park, but he feels compelled to at least tell Emet-Selch that he's managed to do one useful thing since becoming a basket case.]}

I signed a contract.

Hythlodaeus hadn't been to visit Emet-Selch at his new job yet. He knows he's working, but he wants to see him- and so he finds his way to the G-String and lets himself straight into the office without knocking.

"Not a soul in sight to greet me- truly convenient." He sits himself on the edge of the desk and grins at Emet-Selch. "Why, one can simply walk all the way to your office and barge right in!"

Especially if they know exactly where Emet-Selch is thanks to soul sight... there may as well have been neon lights telling Hythlodaeus where to go.

It's nice to be back in Duplicity- odd as that sounds. Insincerity wasn't exactly a fun time for the most part, not for Hythlodaeus. In any case he's been shopping and his curiosity took him to a sex shop, where he did end up buying a few things...

So now, back in the apartment, he sidles over to where Emet-Selch is and leans against him.

"So... I've been shopping. And I found a few things that may be of some interest to you, if you'll allow me."

He presses a kiss to his shoulder, watching his lover through his lashes as he brings a deep purple collar into view. He holds it up against Emet-Selch's neck, simply to see how it would look, and chuckles. Oh, he hopes Hades allows this... he would look so good in the collar and leash he bought.

Good Morning Emet-Selch. I was wondering if you are free?

_{[Hermes had been agonizing over sending such a message for, well, days now, so much so he's barely gotten any sleep. Eventually he caves, writing a small letter, short and to the point, handing it to Caduceus to deliver. It isn't an apology - no that will come in person - but a request to see Emet-Selch.

Will you meet with me?

His faithful messenger slithers his way to where Emet-Selch resides, knocking on the door with his tail. When it's answered he'll offer the envelope in his mouth. It must be important - after all his master seemed so concerned that it be delivered quickly and safely.]}

Is there something that you like to do that you haven't done in a while?

( He's in the mood to indulge someone else's urges. )

When Emet-Selch arrives home he'll find Hythlodaeus opens the door in nothing but lacy black lingerie that barely covers anything, and a sheer black floor-length robe that just about manages to cover what the underwear doesn't. He tugs Emet-Selch inside by his belt loop, a devious smirk on his face.

"And now you're all mine until I say otherwise..."

When did he buy these? Who knows- but he was looking for a reason to wear them, and Emet-Selch's picture apparently brought out the need to do so immediately. And perhaps he needs to soothe him a little after his own profile happened to mention that anyone could do what they liked with Hythlodaeus' body- untrue, as Emet-Selch had pointed out.

( A gift is delivered mid-day on Christmas Eve, a box wrapped with a bow containing a fragance bottle and a note. The words are written perfectly, in the sender's best penmanship, straightforward and precise as Javert always is,

Joyeux Noël. I hope we will see more of each other.

And he signs it very simply with his name. )

[ On the 25th there's be a carefully wrapped present left for Hythlodaeus and Hades on the doorstep. When he opens the gift addressed to him, he'll find a yellow scarf with a H at one end surrounded by narcissus flowers. ]

They keep telling me it won't fit. I thought bigger was supposed to be better.

Occasionally Hythlodaeus gets in the kind of mood where he'd like nothing more than to test his lover's limits. He's been distracted all day, musing on how he'd like to have his way completely with Emet-Selch, knowing that he is the only one who can truly have him in such a state.

He should appreciate it more, yes. So when Emet-Selch gets back from work he'll find Hythlodaeus immediately teleporting behind him as he steps in the room, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close.

"Welcome home, love." It's pretty clear from the get go that he's feeling a type of way. The slight purr to his voice and the fact that he's already pressing his lips to his neck are a giveaway if nothing else.

Party Log

Apparently we will be evicted from our apartments in one month's time. Have you thought of where we ought to move?

Hi, I'm sorry for the unusual call. I don't want to do this over text. My name is Alex Manes. I manage Private Dick, a detective agency running in the Down. I know that you own the G-String in the Up and I was wondering if I could ask an unusual favor.

[On Christmas Eve a delivery is at the door of a set of fluffy and initialled lilac towels along with a bottle of (untainted) red wine - and a note: Best wishes for the season! Thank you for the business opportunities this year! ~ Quentin Beck]

HE BOUGHT ME A RING
AND IT WASNT AN APOLOGY RING EITHER

Hythlodaeus knows he's been acting especially off lately. Ever since he helped Amelia kill that SIN Guard his nightmares have been worse, he's been cranky, and it weighs on him horribly. He doesn't understand how people do it regularly- or even enjoy it- because he's been nothing short of miserable and he never even touched the victim!

Tonight he sits beside Emet-Selch on the couch where he's reading, and tries to cuddle up to him. But he's obviously unhappy about something still, even when he's buried himself in the one person who makes him feel safe.

"Would you love me even if I'd done something awful?" The question is sudden, as if he couldn't stop himself.

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Please take one of these harmless smoke "bombs" as a promotional gift for the upcoming epic, action, comedy film, The Creeping Bomber and help pass along these "bombs" to friends for thrills, laughs, and romance!

[Your character will receive a gift bag with ten small smoke canisters that look like dynamite sticks as promotional material for Hayato Gokudera and Quentin Beck's movie.

The smoke "bombs" are only small and for fun and absolutely harmless but they MAY contain varying levels of aphrodisiacs. Maybe it was accidental or on purpose. You decide.]

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