❝  aww,  y’know.  ❞      scout  glanced  at  his  pokemon  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye,  teeth  sinking  into  his  lower  lip  to  choke  back  a  laugh.      ❝  people  tend  to  get  reeeal  annoyed  when  anyone  touches  their  STUFF  and  all.  ❞

then  again,  it  was  just  a  hat  —  that  had  to  have  helped  cool  off  any  embers  of  annoyance  the  gesture  might  have  sparked,  yes?  sneasel  had  a  tendency  to  snatch  up  whatever  he  could  get  his  little  claws  on.  it  was  a  habit  most  would  have  discouraged.  (  and  supposedly,  the  ice  type  HAD  cycled  through  several  different  trainers  for  precisely  that  reason.  )  however,  scout  had  always  found  the  skill  incredibly  useful.  he  was  a  criminal;  he  also  liked  to  dabble  in  a  little  bit  of  THEFT  here  and  there.  frankly,  life  was  just  too  short  not  to  have  a  bit  of  fun  and  follow  one’s  sillier  impulses.  and  if  they  could  get  away  with  it  without  being  CAUGHT  —  well,  that  was  even  better,  now  wasn’t  it?  free  stuff!

this  time,  the  ice  type  had  apparently  taken  a  liking  to  the  other’s  hat  —  and  in  all  fairness,  he  looked  super  adorable  with  it  sitting  all  crooked  on  his  fluffy  little  sneasel  head.  ah!  maybe  THAT  was  why  the  stranger  was  being  so  calm  about  it?  could  be . . .

❝  if  you  REALLY  think  about  it,  this  is,  like . . .  kiiind  of  a  compliment.  he  thinks  you  have  good  taste.  ❞

kaeya   had   been   prepared   to   spend   his   birthday   in   idle   wondering   -   sure   ,   he   could   have   been   drinking   ...   but   how   would   that   differ   from   any   other  day   ?   no   ,   that   wouldn't   do   -   to   be   entirely   honest   ,   he   wasn't   feeling   a   celebration.      not   for   his   birthday   at   least.      he'd   leave   the   merry   making   to   the   bard   ,   for   tonight   at   least.   

his   feet   had   taken   him   to   the   vineyard   of   dawn   winery   ,   pockets   laden   with   crystal-core   plucked   from   the   crystalflies   there.      content   on   roaming   no   place   in   particular   .      until   his   solitude   was   broken   by   none   other   than   diluc   -      should   he   be   surprised   ?      he   was   on   his   property   after   all.   

❤ ( diluc buys him a ton of sweets and cute valentines day decorations ) - @bittrcold​

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜ (from diluc <3) - @bittrcold​ // accepting

   he’s already in an awful mood. between having to pick up camp and bolt from the city over ahead of schedule and barely making it out of an arbitrary firefight with a couple of thugs, the last thing jack needs now is some pseudo-interrogation from his bartender of all people. it’s hard enough to ask for help as is, and this guy’s been making it worse with every seemingly apathetic glance.

    ❛❛  i can offer you a bigger cut if that’s what you’re aiming for.  ❜❜  jack knuckles the glass of whiskey set in front of him, listens to the soft clink of ice. it’s the first time he’s been able to indulge in the finer stuff for awhile. he quietly wishes he had the money to afford a bit more.   ❛❛  i guess i just figured you’d be the best bet, considering all this talk about the generosity of these folks darknight hero.  ❜❜

        however,   those   who   unfortunately   got   a   glance   in   were   swiftly   dealt   with.   a   contemplative   look   spreads   across   his   features.   they   would   probably   be   sending   a   fellow   harbinger   soon.   though   for   collection   or   destruction   could   be   anyone’s   guess.   not   that   he   cared   that   much.   if   he   continued   as   he   was,   then   there   should   be   issue.  

        examining   his   nails,   he’ll   only   note   that   he   started   to   get   closer   to   what   the   locals   called   dawn   winery.   avoiding   the   most   common   path,   he’ll   stick   to   the   lower   route.  

        only   to   almost   run   into   the   owner   himself.     a   grin   spreads   across   his   features,   head   slightly   tilting   to   the   side   attempting   to   play   into   the   kind   passerby   attitude   that   he   used   with   the   traveler   when   they   first   met.   scaramouche   had   to   play   it   by   ear.   given   the   vision   that   dangled   at   the   other’s   hip,   he   would   be   a   bit   more   difficult   to   take   down   than   previous   opponents   if   worse   came   to   worse.   not   that   he   would   scoff   at   a   more   difficult   test   dummy   to   his   newfound   power,   but   unnecessary   risks   weren’t   what   he   was   looking   for   at   the   moment.  

Name: Diluc Ragnvindr. Age: 24. Do you like to cuddle?: Sure. In moderation, I guess. Can we make-out?: I wouldn't mind. A night in or dinner out?: A night out. Don't think I would do well to be seen with a Fatui Harbinger, sorry. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Why must I pick one? Can't I have both? What makes you a good Valentine?: I've got the money to spoil someone. Also, my hair is red, I was born for this. Would you cook for me?: Probably not on a regular basis. One of the maids could, though. Would you let me cook for you?: If it's edible, why not. - @bittrcold​

I CAN'T FIND THE MEME RIP BUT KISSES // accepting - @bittrcold