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@treasuredchest

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@treasuredchest
25 / male / gay / 3♦

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My Self-Summary

Hello, my name is Olivine. I'm a priest of the God of Klein, and I enjoy helping others in my free time. I'm also a healer, so if you ever find yourself in need, please don't hesitate to seek me out for assistance or conversation or both.

I like to think myself quite easy to get along with, and I'm happy to make friends and acquaintances. I've been told I can be a little too optimistic sometimes, but I can't really help it. Ah, and I've been working on myself of late to become more self-confident, with the help of others around me.

My Future Plans

For the moment, I'm just looking to make connections. If I can, I'd also like to find something to do with myself—I have experience with several creative endeavours.

I may not be able to offer much now, but I hope to become more helpful in the future. Please bear with me in the interim.

My Talents

As I mentioned before, I'm a healer and a priest. I also know a fair bit of magic, at least how it works in my own world. On top of that, I enjoy painting and writing.

I have a penchant for trying new things, even when they may seem strange. I'm quite... resilient, when it comes to that.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Oh, I don't know. I like a lot of fantasy books, especially ones with intrigue and romance in them, as well as tomes and history books. I also quite enjoy church music, though... I suppose I just like music in general. Things that are pleasant to listen to and soothe the heart.

I haven't gotten a chance to experience much in the way of food, personally. I do love home-cooked meals and fresh breads, things that are flavourful and comforting.

My Ideal Partner

Well... I think my ideal partner would be someone strong-willed, confident, and warm-hearted. Someone kind and understanding, who can accept me as I am.

Mm... and it wouldn't hurt if he was someone playful and a bit rough. I like it when I'm taken by surprise, in all senses of the word, by someone I trust. Of course... it's also best if they can handle a little playfulness in return.

Height 176cm Body Type Muscular Smokes Never tried Drinks Sweet and fruity Drugs Never tried Sign Libra Education Priesthood and magic classes Occupation Priest Income Enough Children None Pets None Hobbies Painting, writing, reading, creating toys

art credit: All official NU: Carnival art!

01. WINE OR BEER

WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

CLOWNS

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

SUMMER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX

Personality Type
ENFJ-T

ENERGY

79%

Extroverted

MIND

72%

Intuitive

NATURE

88%

Feeling

TACTICS

92%

Judging

IDENTITY

51%

Turbulent

personality test. Official NU: Carnival art

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Comments

Peacock overflow: @infernaltouch

[massochism]

[from here]
[Oh. oh. Olivine practically melts into the massage, little hitches and gasps escaping him. It's at once sensual and not, different from the bullyingteasing Eiden usually leans into. That makes sense, really, since it's a whole different circumstance.

He can tell, beyond the achingly pleasant lilt to all of it, how skilled the other is. Okay, maybe there's a chance that's just him talking, but even so.]

Haah... ah... no. I don't usually get—headaches.

[His head does tilt down somewhat though, facilitating the warm dive of fingers against his scalp. Oh, this is just... divine.]

[infernaltouch]

Ah. I see. Good to hear. But just in case...

[Skilled fingers slide down to the crook of the skull above the nape, where they press into the little concave and slide down and back up.]

This might feel a touch unpleasant, but it'll help lighten your head.

[Thumbs press into Olivine's temple, making small teasing circles into the muscle, as if trying to distract from the discomfort. Olivine's little gasps and sighs send a small shiver down Koro's spine. The sounds combined with his adorable face...Koro felt like he could melt, unable to resist spoiling this man he just met just a little.]

Peacock overflow: @deleau

[massochism]

[from here]
[the issue there, of course, is perspective. a reasonable one, truly, given Teyvat's... everything. it's hard to call a God absent when you've never had one exist within your space, after all.]

It sounds like a fascinating place. [he can't help but laugh, shaking his head.] I don't mean to imply that it would be some sort of obsession... there are many circumstances I don't understand simply because they're different from my own.

But... when it comes to criminals, it truly depends on where you are. The Water Territory is fairly small, and many of its residents are church-goers. For us... usually, it's we priests who take in the accused and hear each side. It's a rarity, in my experience. I haven't lived for that long, but I haven't ever seen a case that wasn't handled well.

I can't speak for the other territories, of course... and we all, more or less, listen to the laws of the Kleinster Kingdom.

[deleau]

No, you were not far off. For some, it truly is an obsession. There are often reporters who update the public on these ongoing 'sagas'. Perhaps in the future, the courts will become less dramatic, but the shift in public opinion may take time to shift. [Furina had been the one to enjoy and encourage the drama. Without her co-presiding over trials there may be slightly less drama, but he doesn't expect it to stop altogether. Life is often dramatic, especially when it involves a crime.]

I can understand the curiosity in the spectacle for some though I do not possess it myself.

[Neuvillette is obviously curious about how trials are conducted where Olivine is from.] I see. Quite a sensible approach. May I ask who the arbiter of the trial is? Is it someone like you? A priest?

Peacock overflow: @silicone (cw: smut, nu's wet holes thing)

[massochism]

[from here]
[Eiden's weight, pressed against Olivine's own and pinning him to the bath, is both warm and comforting. The other always looks so good above him, taking away any thoughts in the priest's head. How could he have them anyway? When eager bodies meet and lust-drunk eyes rake over the sight before him, the way his cock rises from the water as if in greeting.]

I'll take it all—ah!

[a hand guides his thigh over Eiden's hip and Olivine shifts in his little space, eyelids fluttering as his greedy hole meets the firm press of that length. Eiden's name tumbles from his lips, and before his head lowers Olivine embraces his cheek. He needs it, needs to feel the stretch, almost a reminder of where he belongs.]

Eiden... nngh... you always—uagh!

[hips jolt as the brunet sucks on a nipple, and warm fingers tangle in his hair to tremble with need.]

Wait— [It's almost instant, every other person in this place being forgotten. Someone could look over, could see them, and the priest probably wouldn't even notice. He must already look a mess, nipple soaked with saliva when Eiden pulls off with an audible pop. His cock digs in harder and Olivine only grows louder, reaching to thread trembling fingers in soft hair. Delicate lashes flutter then, eager body feeling hot and aching. If he dug just a little harder, he could—

If he stopped to think, he would fear. If there was active else here, Olivine is sure he would hold some trepidation at least. But with Eiden... his Eiden, his shining star... in his mind, there's nothing that could stop them.]

All... haah...! [He's practically drooling already as fingers dig into his thigh, breath turning harsh and panting at the possessive sensation.] nngh, for you... always.

[It's not hard to think back on it. The things they've done, so often in such close proximity to others. Eiden is so self-assured, unafraid of judgment in these moments, taken with him alone in the space they share. His essence mingles with the priest's and it's as soothing as it is arousing. If not for the water already ensuring it all, he's sure he'd be practically dripping with need by now.]

Haah... please don't... make me wait too long... Eiden...

[don't worship me, he wants to say. Olivine never wanted to be worshiped... and yet he finds he doesn't mind right now. Not with Eiden.]

I'm already going crazy... nngh... waiting for you. I feel so hot... I can't stop thinking about you. Your lips, your hands... your cock... please, Eiden.

[It's almost funny, really. Normally he'd be a little more reserved, at least until Eiden bullied him into his desires. Now... he doesn't want to hold back at all. Maybe he'll chalk it up to the overflow of essence, or the pull of the shampoo, or any number of other oh so convenient excuses. In the end though, all that matters is this, is them.]

[silicone]

[ things like worship are complicated for olivine, eiden knows. but he still deserves it, a personal sort of worship, the kind that he knows is genuine - past holding him up on a pedestal, and walking up to it with him hand in hand instead. eiden would perhaps at least feel a little modicum of shame-cum-possession (every cum pun included) but right now, there's a further sense of pride, warmth in how olivine spreads himself out for him, takes him in so eagerly. ]

It's okay... i-it's okay, I know...

[ stroking his thigh softly, slowly with one hand while the other plays slowly with his chest, dragging fingers to give each nipple its own care, dipping to kiss his way up his chest, along his neck. he can't get enough of him, lips parting to taste the warmth of his skin, breathing him in. the scent of the soap is intoxicating, but the curves, warmth, and slick wetness of olivine's body drive him further than any other aphrodisiac could. a deep blush has bled over eiden's cheeks, down his neck as he pushes his cock fully inside, sheathing himself in the decadent heat. ]

Olivine - hah... ohhhhh... [ a soft gasp as he feels him around him, everywhere, suffused in him. ] - man, fuck everyone else, they can enjoy the show or leave, no skin off my back...

[ said as he draws out to the flared tip of his head and and pushes back in with a sharp snap of his hips, just to delight in the way olivine's flesh bounces with the force of it. over again, and again, a few quick times in succession, he bounces him on his cock fingers dug into his skin as he keeps his eyes trained on him and only him. ]

Just look at me... look at us... down here... [ one hand slides downwards, to where their bodies meet, framing the base of his cock with his fingers poised in a "v" as he bites his lip. ] Look at how we fit... s'perfect, right? Like you were made for me, for my cock to slide right inside... to use you just how you want. You take such good care of me...

the goofiest meet cute ever written

[hotproblems]

[It becomes obvious practically immediately that the staff in the resort aren't going to help with more than the basic room cleaning, ah, as soon as Lorenz tries to ask one of them and they brush him off completely. That is a problem for one incredibly pressing reason: it's rude! The gall of these people to ignore him so blatantly! He is a nobleman accustomed to a full household of staff who are at least responsive, so to be ignored is so- so—!

Well, he might have called a staff member an impertinent chestnut with an unflattering haircut, which probably didn't help his case.

The other, less pressing but still important problem, is he doesn't know how to do laundry. At all, as it were, even during the war there had been other people handling all of that kind of thing - but when someone does impatiently point him to the communal laundry room, he doesn't even know what he's seeing. What are these boxes? Why does one of them sound like it's wet inside?

Today, anyone passing down this hall might hear the unmistakable sound of a spectre warbling its despair like one can hear all over the basement - except that it's Lorenz, actually, despairing at a washing machine. His life is over. He has to buy new clothes every time he needs to change, that's it, this machine is a demon...

After a minute of despair he sticks his head into the hall to flag someone down. Hi, hello, please take pity—]

You there! How do you do? I am in dire need of- [a glance over his shoulder] -another pair of hands. If you would spare me a moment of your time, lest I succumb to depravity, I would be in your debt. You have my word, and my word is wrought in iron!

[His tragedy, for the record, is he barely understood how to use the washer and now his sad lump of clothes is... a little too wet, still? It's bad. He mixed whites with purples too but that's the next tragedy.]

so goofy it may as well be a romcom

[massochism]

[the start of everything has just been... well, getting used to it all, for Olivine. he's not used to being ignored, though it doesn't offend him, so much as just... there's a little bit of a sense of uselessness in it for someone who's used to being helpful.

with that in the back of his mind, he's brought to the sound of utter despair, somewhere down the way in the basement. where exactly? he's... really not sure, but it's so mournful as to be concerning. and concerning is a good way to get Olivine to start looking, coming round the hall at just the right time to be called to.]

Ah- [well, extrapolating from the lack of wailing and the plea, the priest suspects he's found the culprit of the latter. concern knits over soft features, though the level of dramatics does cool that feeling slightly, internally. that's good, at least—no one is in danger of dying or anything yet.] what's happened? And—it's fine, you needn't make promises. I'm happy to help.

[especially not to him, he thinks. right now he's just worried about seeing what's going on, thinking about as much over his cropped shirt and mostly bare stomach as ever (which is not at all, this is just normal for him), let alone the prospective state of what he's about to walk into. could it be that bad? probably not, if Lorenz thinks he just needs an extra hand.

(to the taller man's credit though—the machines are confounding, even when you're used to washing clothes. he hasn't even tried to use them yet... and may just stick to hand-washing if he can.)]

@neonsorcerer

[silicone]

Hey, Olivine, This is Eiden. Meet me in the lobby? 💚

[ eiden keeps it simple, there's nothing like these watches in klein, so he hopes olivine is doing ok with handling them (and of course he's willing to help) but he figures meeting in a familiar place in this strange resort is a good launching pad.

he'll wait for him, or answer any questions, but will also just be draped in a chair in some comfortable clothes, looking out for olivine almost too eagerly from his it looks, glancing in so many directions (so many hallways... he could
be anywhere?) ]

@olivine->action

[massochism]

Eiden! Hold on a moment, I'll be right up. ♡

[Olivine maybe doesn't want to admit how nice it feels to see Eiden's name, to get his message. It hadn't been long since they got their suits, and honestly?

... honestly, it hasn't been great. Most people ignore him, and that leaves the priest with entirely too much time to think about everything. Where they are, what's still going on at home, what... what he'd done so far. Not that he's upset by the last of that, but he'd definitely slipped more than he expected.

When he appears, though, it's from the direction of the basement. He's still stuck in whatever he could find from the welcome party—a cropped shirt that clings a little too tightly and a pair of loose leggings to keep him relatively modest.

The sight of Eiden alone brightens everything anyway.]

Eiden!!

[just like that, his steps pick up until he can press himself into the other man, whether Eiden gets up or not. It's suspiciously needy of him but Olivine just sort of hopes Eiden will take it as enthusiasm, nothing more.]

un: Lianfeng-zun

[taintedpeony]

Olivine. This is Jin Guangyao It seems as though we are the same suite and rank. Your room must be near mine. You look lovely. I hope you are doing well.

[massochism]

Oh!! Hello again, Jin Guangyao! I hope you haven't had any trouble with getting what you need... I'm doing very well, thank you. If you'd like, I'd be happy to meet with you again! There's a lot to explore, so I find myself out and about quite often.

audio; un: ZORO

[gripping]

( sorry, this might come a little late in the evening. hopefully not after olivine's gone to sleep or anything. but, something's keeping him awake and his curiosity is getting the better of him and olivine's the only one he can think to talk to about this considering his profession. )

You got a minute?

[massochism]

[that's... not a message he expected to get at this hour of the evening. like yeah, there's a chance it could just be for talking or something, after their last meeting, but?

anyway, point is it's not too long before he gets the response, and there is a notable thread of concern to his voice. upside: he doesn't sound too sleepy.]

I have time, yes. Is everything alright? Do you want to meet somewhere?

JAN 2024 Overflow: @taintedpeony

[massochism]

[from here]

[welcome to the dilemma of Olivine being... well, the way he is, Jin Guangyao. maybe the best (worst?) part is the fact that most of this isn't even an act.]

Nngh... painfully badly. I need—haangh!

[fingers tease his entrance, slipping easily into the wet confines of his hole. too soon, they pull back out, and Olivine exhales a needy whine in turn. the other hand releases his hair, and the priest's head dips, a shudder running down his spine.]

A-ah... yes, master. Which way should I prepare myself...?

[oh, his voice is an absolute purr at that, heartbeat picking up at the prospect. granted, it'll require quite a thorough fucking, but even if he doesn't actually end up completely useless, it won't bother him.

as it stands, he already has to push himself up, to step over to the bed, waiting for his next order. after all, he does want to behave... probably.]

[taintedpeony]

[It felt like there was a buzz of energy running through his whole body, all he could do was helplessly focus on his new friend. He removed his shirt, revealing a diamond marking on his chest. It took him no time at all to divest himself from his pants as well, folding them up neatly on a chair.]

Place some pillows against your lower back, I want you to lift your hips. I'll move these stools over for you to place your feet on.

Be patient while I prepare myself for you.

[After setting up the space for him, he walked over to the dresser and squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his hands before coating his needy cock with it, letting out a deep sigh. All the while he watched Olivine, through thick lashes.]

un: hoot

[expereiment]

Father Olivine. Are you free right now?

[massochism]

[... wait. wait a second—it can't be. can it??? of all the—]

Of course, I'm just in my room. Where would you like me to meet you?

text; un: @ZORO ( open season thingy )

[gripping]

so what kind of worship

[massochism]

What kind of worship? What do you mean, Zoro?

[yeah he definitely hasn't realised someone posted a profile for him yet. this is fine.]

✔ un: forestwatcher

[veardant]

Treasured chest, hmm? That's.. quite the profile picture.

[massochism]

[listen—]

Ah, the name was a suggestion from someone dear to me. As to the picture... thank you, I think? I didn't know he took one that day.

It wouldn't have been what I chose if I'd posted myself.

un: Lianfeng-zun

[taintedpeony]

They are certainly right about you being a treasure.

[massochism]

[JGY please.]

I think that may be some bias on your part, hehe. Eiden suggested the username for me, I thought it was cute and clever.

mating season........ un: shalem

[prozaic]

That profile was quite lavish in its praise of you, but you seem far sweeter than its words could ever convey.

[massochism]

Ah, that's very kind of you to say... it was a bit much for the praise, I think. Mm, I don't believe we've met, though, have we?

✔; un: The Bliss-Soaked Emissary of this Night's Pleasure Eternal

[unrequite]

May I ask if you've had the opportunity to write anything new, lately?

[massochism]

Oh! Not very much, yet. I've been spending my time getting used to the location, so most of what I've written has been notes on the plants and such I've observed.

Was there something you were looking for in particular?

action;

[expereiment]

[it's one of those rare times rei comes out of his lab. he looks well fed at least! 100% thanks to olivine, of course. he looks a little sleepy but that's about par for the course once he's emerged from a 12-hour experiment with little to no breaks other than the olivine-mandated ones.

he meanders around all his shit, spotting olivine puttering around in the kitchen. he slides into a bar seat, slumped over the bar and watching as olivine does whatever he's doing.]

Do you know anyone who's a 6 or 7 of diamonds? Not having Father around is starting to get inconvenient, so the sooner I can get him, the better.

[massochism]

[The priest is just preparing some kind of small snack for the next few days; it's been an exceptional boon just to have a kitchen, even if he's still only here at length every couple of days or so. Besides giving him something to do, it's also helped make sure Rei is fed and, y'know, not passing out on his research.

Deft hands continue their work even when Olivine turns his gaze to offer the taller man a smile; it doesn't fade immediately when he speaks, but there's a moment of pause.

First to consider, registering the question and having to think if he's come across any of those... and then a more sharp jolt, hands ceasing their movements at the first memory of heading to that 7s floor. It catches him so off-guard that he struggles to reign in the pained expression on his face—not that Rei would likely miss the brief flicker he'd hope to get to.]

Ah... sorry.

[He says after a moment, clearing his throat. No sense in trying to play it off like it didn't happen... but he doesn't clarify. The other man can probably guess, since the people he talked about are plainly still around, though. Moreover, one of them has talked to them about that floor in particular. (Really, it's too bad that rabbits could only be counted for their extra points once, or Rei would be swimming in them now.)]

I don't think I've met any sixes of diamonds yet... but Sylvain did stop by to let me know he had ranked up to a seven. [He curses the faint tremble remaining in his movements, but supposes it's better there than in his voice. Really, when was the last time he thought at length about Eiden? The pain still comes and goes, especially when he goes to that floor, but... instead of letting himself think too long, he chuckles.] I'm sure he'd be happy to help you get Father back.

Action; before rei because he beat me to it >.>

[philancer]

[ Moving his things upstairs had taken all of one trip - it's not like he had a lot of possessions, after all - but before he attempts to settle in, he makes one more trip back downstairs to the lower levels. Heading for the familiar door he swings by with almost as much frequency of his own.

On one hand, it's meant to be a lighthearted visit, but on the other hand, he really hopes he can coaxe Olivine to do something he might see as 'selfish' considering it would result in getting him out of the lower levels, too.

Now Sylvain just has to figure out how to spin it in such a way that Olivine would consider it. ]

timey wimey shenanigans

[massochism]

[listen, Olivine has gotten like. significantly more selfish since he came here, okay. it's just that he doesn't really see anything wrong with the size of his room—at this point any overflow can just go to his little art studio courtesy of Rei if it needs to.

still, he is in his room at this particular moment, so there's not much pause before it opens for Sylvain to the scent of fresh linens and the familiar bright curve of Olivine's smile.]

Sylvain! I wasn't expecting you today. [a little huff of laughter escapes him as he steps back to let the redhead in. the sheets are still folded neatly on the bed, its surface... remarkably pristine for all the trouble he gets into.] Come in, I was just finishing up. I hope everything is alright?

( 7/5, delivery )

[nonvoting]

[ tseng has no expectation of remaining anonymous considering their discussion on corsets and corset piercings, but because he's unfortunately a terrible gift-giver, he doesn't think to leave a note in the box that he delivers to olivine's suite in the early hours on friday morning.

inside the box are two items. the first is a corset; following their conversation on the subject all those weeks ago, tseng had spent some time doing his due diligence, and while the one he's found won't be great for waist training, it's not like priest olivine of the sluttiest waists in klein exactly needs it, so tseng thinks it will be fine. the fabric is a slightly lighter shade of green than in the picture, and the embroidery is pink and gold with traces of blue, all shades meant to compliment olivine's natural coloring. it's easy to wear on its own, or atop a shirt or something like that, leaving enough room between the laces for his gemstone to rest undisturbed.

the second item is just something tseng had seen in the same shop, something that made him think of olivine immediately. it's been modified slightly to fit his body type, but otherwise looks basically like it does in the picture, delicate florals and ribbons, accenting his chest and waist and hips while leaving plenty of room for his jewelry (and, notably, easy access without removing the garment).

both of these items are neatly wrapped in soft white tissue paper and packed into a blue garment box for olivine to open at his leisure. ]

[massochism]

[He's surprised by the delivery, really—though it doesn't take him long at all to pin down who must have sent it. After all, the conversation has still stuck in his mind to pick up at absent moments, recalling the expressions Tseng had borne throughout. And it is—beautiful. Beyond beautiful, actually, so he can't help but spend a while admiring both items and wondering how they'll actually look besides.

They would look nice together too, he thinks—if he can find something to wear to keep himself decent enough. Or keep it for a more intimate showing, perhaps. In any case, Tseng will receive a message after he's finished admiring everything.]

These gifts are truly lovely, thank you. I wonder if I should consider them a request for another date, though?

[this will be real embarrassing if he manages to be wrong in who sent it, but honestly he hasn't talked about corsets with anyone else that he can remember.]

June + July TDM captcha escape

[befehl]

( As much as Olivine tries to keep that blissful aura seducing Sunday’s senses, it is the power of his halo which radiates to absorb and pick up on those wretched feelings. He takes a steady breath to keep himself from acting out, he’s a master of bottling everything and repressing desires. He will suffer through this time if he has to, and he will give himself to him if there is no other choice. )

That is a predicament you’re in, and I’m no doctor but given the fine print of this place, medicine wouldn’t help you, would it?

Or us.

( He squeezes his hand, feeling how heated Olivine’s and glancing down at them. Curiosity and conflict both keep glistening deep in his eyes as he gazes the man’s thighs beside him. The masculinity in his hands, his torso and ultimately his face. )

How bad of a request could it be? You’re allowed to speak up. Keeping silence won’t take us anywhere. Besides, I also sense I’m starting to feel… Unwell? My heart keeps accelerating for no apparent reason.

[massochism]

[(continued from here for housekeeping purposes)

At the very least, he's doing less of hiding those feelings than... well, as mentioned: essence is weird. He's used to the way it can resonate and compound between individuals, and the last thing he wants to do is push him into the same dizzy-hot state Olivine is (often) in.]

No... not any traditional medicine, anyway. [a mild way to put it.] It wouldn't be the first time that an ailment or affliction required... intimacy to cure it.

[It's a familiar propriety. But Sunday's question earns a blink, followed by a soft laugh. He's misrepresented it, hasn't he?]

It isn't that I think the requests would be "bad," Mister Sunday. [some of them might be, coming out of nowhere.] It's simply that I would rather have had a normal date before making any assumptions.

[moreover though—his expression turns a little more concerned then, hand rising to touch his forehead with the back of it, just in case he's properly feverish. When there is none:]

Not too warm... forgive me for asking so bluntly, but are you... unused to arousal? If your heart is racing with no other symptoms, that... seems the most likely culprit.

[massochism]

[(from here)

The sheer number of weird things Klein natives already accept on the daily certainly makes this easier for them both. And honestly, a lot of what Kleken says here sounds pretty reasonable to him? There's a thread of doubt still there, hair thin with his pleasant buzz but still existing.]

Mm, I see. It makes sense, with that sort of depth... was it a trait your family shared, this interest?

["is that how they got into such debt?" He's still sober enough to not give Kleken every answer on a silver platter, for now.]

[lieabilities]

Oh no, I'm afraid I was the only one unfortunate enough to develop such an interest. I had heard so many stories I couldn't help but see for myself.

[ It's all very sensible lies, isn't it? It's a bit unlike him, admittedly, but he's finding himself rather enjoying the developments of this particular story. It's an interesting one to him as well, so why not have a little more fun with it? If he's any kind of lucky, Olivine is just drunk enough to not remember these details later. ]

[ Though Kleken is rarely that kind of lucky. ]

It's been every bit as marvelous as I had imagined.

backdated to... good lord, july event

[riskybeenus]

[Ring. Ring. Ring. Maybe one day Rinne will borrow his watch and put a custom ringtone for it. For now, as soon as Olivine answers, he'll hear Rinne's chipper tone that seems a little breathless. Probably from laughing earlier. Who knows?]

Father, ya busy right now?

The life

[massochism]

[Honestly, he could easily just explain how to do it to Olivine... he's a little surprised to be getting a call anyway. Maybe worried at how breathless he sounds.]

Hello, Rinne. I'm not too busy now, no—what do you need?

action

[putupyourdukes]

[Knocking is for polite people, a category Felix separates himself from. He kicks the door with a couple times instead to announce himself.]

Priest, you in there?

[massochism]

[you know, he's very glad he'd just finished handling his jewelry parts and set them in their basket because they'd be on the floor otherwise. Also that he's a six now, given the not insignificant chance of the door just breaking on a three...

The voice he hears is different from the one he would immediately expect from that level of aggression though. Huh. It's familiar enough, but not so much that he can immediately put a face to the voice, let alone a name.]

Yes, one moment—

[There's a faint shuffling sound alongside the muffled voice, shortly before the door creaks open and he's face to face with—]

Ah, sir Felix. [His mild confusion melts into his usual warm smile.] You look well. What can I do for you?

text | un: alcazarzaray

[indigently]

Olivine?
it's Kaveh
I was wondering if you had any free time.

[massochism]

of course. I've just finished with my daily tasks. Would you like to meet somewhere now?

un: angel

[schmisse]

[ So... Weiss is hitting up Olivine's Open Season profile because she doesn't know his username and tried to find him elsewhere LOL GASDFGFDSHF ]

I somehow didn't think you'd be into lace.

It's Weiss. I was wondering if I could ask a favour of you? Rather, if I could commission you to make me some jewellery.

[massochism]

[LMAKSHGUR HE'S SORRY WEISS... how did they not exchange info in all their talks, smh smh, slacker friends!! also not my ass needing to update his rank info and not realising it WHOOPS adds it to the to do list]

I do enjoy both, but I find lace is more comfortable for prolonged wear.

I would be happy to make something for you, Weiss. Do you have a design in mind, or a deadline? Ah, we could meet somewhere to discuss it too, of course.

Backdated to 12/25

[tfy]

[Hiyori likes getting gifts for people, so on the 25th, Olivine will receive a small package. The first Christmas-slash-Kleinmas gift is a simple set of colored pencils. The second is a two-pack of stick-on rhinestones that look like gems. For anything you might want to bedazzle! he writes, calling back to the conversation they had on their Mating Season date.

Merry Kleinmas!

The note is signed with Hiyori's signature.]

@tseng / text

[nonvoting]

[ a day or so after tseng has discovered his ~helpfully submitted~ ai meme submission and summarily deleted it— ]

What does it actually mean, to be a ten?

[massochism]

As far as I understand it, it means to be someone's ideal partner in some way. Purely subjective, I imagine.