#ooc: why awful 😭

of you."

He turns his gaze back to the paper, though, as if there's something that he can't stop thinking about.

"...I reckon I should build the toy one first, huh? for your brother? the festivities are right behind the corner."

strings of the ribbon hanging from his neck. His eyes soften a little, putting the blueprint away to not distract himself from what's important now.
He holds Ajax's against him with both arms, lifting his head a little to place a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Thank you. It's incredibly thoughtful »

quiet observation Ajax had paid him. But he's on his own mind now, tracing the lines with the tip of a finger as he reads the careful measures, doing the math in his head.

Only the ticklish fabric from the ribbon's fabric brought his attention back to his senses, looking down to see the two »

Wriothesley's chest rumbles as he chuckles with triumph, taking a long look at the blueprint while keeping track of his boyfriend's conversation.

"Tch, such attention to detail. You're dangerous." It wasn’t an accusation. It was a compliment on its own, an acknowledgment of the »

He hushed, brow carefully arched to add more dramatism.

little, sorting his own thoughts inside his mind. "There's someone who's been frequenting a small but unremarkable local in the Fleuve Cendre. Your next clue might be there."

He winks, licking his finger after taking another bite of the crêpe.

"Want to know more?" »

man who doesn't like to wear his heart on his sleeve, but his sharp gaze was focused on his boyfriend, gold-ringed irises fixed on him as if he was the most interesting thing in the world, right this moment.

"I heard rumors." Wriothesley started, his eyes moving away just a »

now-" He winks at Ajax, but also grabs the crêpe to take another bite.
There were a rumble of chairs and people left the room one by one, until only the couple was left.
Wriothesley was pleased with this result.

"So," He started, fixing Ajax's posture on his lap "Anything interesting to report?"

slapping the paper on the table too.

"You really want to build this?"

scattered over the coffee table.
This man is really a mess when his attention is caught somewhere else.

"And what's this...?" The moment he unfolds the blueprint he stares, wide eyed, to the plans of the robot dog. His striking eyes go back to the ginger.

"You're not being serious—" He guffaws, »

shine of the new set of tools under the light of the old brass lamp.

"Man. You're spoiling me with this. They're even made from this durable alloy and all-" He takes notice of the carefully folded piece of paper that's at the bottom of the box and quickly grabs it too, leaving the tools »

His hands finally gets hold of the box and quickly throws it to his chest, lodging it under his armpit so he can pull one of the strands of the pretty bow that adorns the birthday present.
Opening the box, he gasps in amazement, wrinkles forming around the corners of his eyes as he revels in the »

The sticker itches.

"For that, I'm deeply sorry, mon amour." He pouts, taking the sticker off his nose with a little huff, sticking it on Ajax's cheek instead. "I wish I could stretch time sometimes to fit in all the things I want to do with you." »

curious lift of his brow. He points at it.

"You even got me a gift? Dear me. I'll have to step up my game next year"

With one hand on Ajax's waist and the other reaching out to pick the box, he feels like a king today. A thirtly-nine years old king. Hopefully that won't mean more grey hairs.

they're now in the kitchen, baking a cake. Wanna stay here for a while so they can finish it without getting stressed?"

The offering wasn't that bad. He's warm, and smells like a bakery. Plus there's tea in the pot and his cup is empty. His eyes dart around the room, finding Ajax's gift with a »

ago. But I didn't have the heart to leave the melusines out of their own fun! I'm cruel, but not that much!"

He points at himself, with all the stickers around. Theres' actually one in the form of a fox with a red scarf, clearly a depiction of Ajax when he was 'cursed' into that shape.

"I think »

The man lets out a little 𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ.ᐟ when Ajax ended up on top of him, one of his elbows accidentally hitting his ribs.
While his boyfriend curses at him, Wriothesley gets comfortable and rubs a hand on his hopefully not so bruised ribs, cackling unelegantly.

"Hmmm.... I was asleep until not long »