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CUPCAKE
Fandom: Tales of Vesperia, RP (Parasomnia)
Character(s): Duke, Yeager
Word Count: 431
Summary: Duke and Yeager are both terrible at this.
Notes: For Lum! I appreciate Duke so much more now, thank you.
Receiving a letter from Yeager wasn’t anything new, but the urgency of it was something Duke hadn’t expected. It would be foolish to think that Yeager was going to talk about anything serious for more than five minutes before he abruptly reverted back to his usual flippant behavior, but Duke saw no reason to deny the man’s request for company. Besides, the still-bitter and untrusting portion of himself reasoned, it is a Thursday night and should we need alibis, this will help.
Maybe Yeager was thinking the same thing, since he opens the door before Duke can knock a second time. “Come in, come in!” He’s just as cheerful as ever, even as Duke enters and takes a free spot against the wall. “It’s good of you to come so quickly!” Yeager continues brightly, then sweeps his hand in a broad gesture to draw Duke’s attention to the desk.
Sitting on a tiny plate is a cupcake - one of the caramel ones that Top Dollar consumed, if Duke recalls correctly. “What is this?” He asks, even though he’s fairly sure of the answer.
“A cupcake!” Yeager’s response is exactly as predicted. “I’ve already consumed mine for this week.”
Duke raises an eyebrow. It’s not surprising to hear that Yeager’s been taking precautions, but this is curious. “Why do you have a second, then?”
The arms dealer sighs, which is just as overdramatic as everything else he does. “I would think that’s obvious, ja?”
He doesn’t reply and instead waits for Yeager to continue. Instead the man glances away and plays with his bangs for a moment. “Just eat it.” Yeager doesn’t sound frustrated or bothered, but the usual cheer isn’t there. “I received an extra, so I thought it should go to you.”
It isn’t like Yeager to look away, so Duke can only conclude that this wasn’t a mistake at all. An offering, then? He supposes Yeager wants to ensure his safety as well, though it’s not something Duke ever would have thought much of. Certainly it would be terrible to lose Yeager, but somehow it hadn’t occurred to him that the thought was returned. “Thank you.” He finally says instead of continuing to dwell on it.
Yeager glances back over and for a moment his smile is genuine. It’s a nice look, sort of. Then suddenly the usual obnoxious faked cheerfulness is back. “Don’t worry, I assure you it isn’t poisoned!”
Duke sighs. One step at a time, He tells himself.
Character(s): Duke, Yeager
Word Count: 431
Summary: Duke and Yeager are both terrible at this.
Notes: For Lum! I appreciate Duke so much more now, thank you.
Receiving a letter from Yeager wasn’t anything new, but the urgency of it was something Duke hadn’t expected. It would be foolish to think that Yeager was going to talk about anything serious for more than five minutes before he abruptly reverted back to his usual flippant behavior, but Duke saw no reason to deny the man’s request for company. Besides, the still-bitter and untrusting portion of himself reasoned, it is a Thursday night and should we need alibis, this will help.
Maybe Yeager was thinking the same thing, since he opens the door before Duke can knock a second time. “Come in, come in!” He’s just as cheerful as ever, even as Duke enters and takes a free spot against the wall. “It’s good of you to come so quickly!” Yeager continues brightly, then sweeps his hand in a broad gesture to draw Duke’s attention to the desk.
Sitting on a tiny plate is a cupcake - one of the caramel ones that Top Dollar consumed, if Duke recalls correctly. “What is this?” He asks, even though he’s fairly sure of the answer.
“A cupcake!” Yeager’s response is exactly as predicted. “I’ve already consumed mine for this week.”
Duke raises an eyebrow. It’s not surprising to hear that Yeager’s been taking precautions, but this is curious. “Why do you have a second, then?”
The arms dealer sighs, which is just as overdramatic as everything else he does. “I would think that’s obvious, ja?”
He doesn’t reply and instead waits for Yeager to continue. Instead the man glances away and plays with his bangs for a moment. “Just eat it.” Yeager doesn’t sound frustrated or bothered, but the usual cheer isn’t there. “I received an extra, so I thought it should go to you.”
It isn’t like Yeager to look away, so Duke can only conclude that this wasn’t a mistake at all. An offering, then? He supposes Yeager wants to ensure his safety as well, though it’s not something Duke ever would have thought much of. Certainly it would be terrible to lose Yeager, but somehow it hadn’t occurred to him that the thought was returned. “Thank you.” He finally says instead of continuing to dwell on it.
Yeager glances back over and for a moment his smile is genuine. It’s a nice look, sort of. Then suddenly the usual obnoxious faked cheerfulness is back. “Don’t worry, I assure you it isn’t poisoned!”
Duke sighs. One step at a time, He tells himself.