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Okay, so maybe waiting until they were each a couple drinks into this at home celebration wasn’t the brightest idea... Considering that now, the underlying feeling of disappointment Minato had been keeping under wraps was now seeping into his expression and attitude. Taking another sip from his drink before setting the glass down, the blonde’s expression then melted into a noticeable pout.

“I feel shitty that I haven’t got much so far as gifts go this time around...” He grumbled a little, but soon enough went to fetch the pair of boxes he’d brought from beneath the tree. Handing over both the small, palm sized box, and the larger one for Remy to open. Within the small one was a lighter, in stylish black and with a fitting playing card theme. The large one, meanwhile, contained a coat-- In a nice charcoal color, and with a warm lining on the inside.

DAKEN sent REMY a picture.

( It’s a blurry selfie, somewhere that isn’t the Wild Hunt -- not too forested -- but is clearly one of the more remote parts of the island, a wide-open plain marked by moonlight and figures in the distance. He grins wildly, eyes wide. He’s on some kind of upper. )

@meretrixious​   ||   bless ur heart

     ‘Yes, two, please.’ Arthur nodded at the girl behind the coffee bar, ignoring the all-too-familiar stares of people not quite knowing what to do with a 7 foot tall man without a face. But he wasn’t here for them. He tipped the girl a few dollars when his order came up, and with two big, steaming cups of coffee he took the stairs up to his apartment, feeling blessed with large hands that could hold both cups in one, and he softly clicked the door open and back shut behind him.      The place was still quiet, so he couldn’t quite figure out if Remy was awake yet or not. As he walked further in, however, he heard the rustle of sheets and a zipper sound, bare feet slapping on the tiled floor of the bedroom. ‘I’m back, sorry I left,’ Arthur hummed as he nudged the bedroom door open, ready to have a nice, relaxed early morning with the other -- and he nearly dropped both cups at the scene.

     Remy was seated on his bed, scattered around him some of Arthur’s lingerie, a chastity cage, his collar and cuff sets -- but in his hands was the leather case that had been tucked all the way in the bottom of Art’s little... naughty drawer. Zipped open, and Remy’s fingertip trailing along the glistening, nearly brand-new metal rods, sizes varying.      ‘I ehm... I see you found my uhm... my stuff.’ Very smooth, Arthur. ‘I... I brought coffee?’