#multirosa

TO: NAVIA FROM: AVENTURINE ❇️

"You're a betting man, so I thought it'd be fitting. Now you have something personal to keep on the board, I think they'll serve as a fine good luck charm!" She seems very satisfied with that reasoning, nudging their shoulders together to offer what little affection she could. "Let's just cancel our plans tonight, hm? Dinner is fine and well, but I think a home-cooked meal will be better. I'll make it special, promise!"

IT IS HARDLY AS IF SHE WAS WRONG, truth be told. that very assessment itself one that could hardly be argued against, albeit one he would never fully admit to outright. for that moment, his mask had slipped, falling into the briefest state of transparency, and she had noticed. somehow it feels a little bit too uncanny to him, the way she can so often see right through his very facade, leaving him in such an uncertain, vulnerable state with every striking gaze. it was such an alluring trait of hers to behold, something which accentuates her brilliance. and yet, like every flickering, beautiful flame that has drawn those who have been engulfed by so much darkness in the past, it would only serve to burn you if you got too close... wouldn't it?

still, he opens the elaborate box, seeing the customized dice immediately, a precious item that she must have put much thought into when it came to giving a man who could buy near anything he desires with just one click of a button. ❝ Putting me on the spot like that? And as if you didn't know the answer, too, ❞ he chuckles, pulling the golden set out of their box. there was no need to delve into his distant mind, not when it could ruin the moment.

the dice sound gently in his hand as he shakes them loosely within a closed palm, waiting until just after her nudge to release them. and as they clatter down, the face of each rolls to a pair of matching numbers: six. ❝ Would you look at that? Guess the clock strikes Midnight. Looks like your intuition about luck is right on point. ❞ leaving them on the table to bask in the glory of such a lucky roll, not to mention only validating what she had just said, he leans back, crossing his leg over the other as one arm comfortably stretches along the back of the couch and behind navia.

at the prospect of canceling their plans, however, he falls silent as if thinking it over. all before casting a glance her way. ❝ ... then it's about to be someone's lucky night out there. A few reservations are about to become wide open, ❞ he responds, curious as to what she has planned to make and, really, if she had possibly thought to do this all along. a thing as these little moments, leading him out of the blazing spotlights of a grand stage... maybe it was something he needed as much as his instincts scream against it.

the pluie lotus, as the other had described it to be, is offered over. round leaves, blue & yellow tipped petals. it feels like a flower but differences exist– not a perfect one to one creation.

" It lacks "substance". " is how she starts, head tilting in thoughtful contemplation. " That which makes it unique, you could say. It's like any other ordinary flower but I suspect it won't last as long."

COLOR HIM A LITTLE SURPRISED, truth be told. not because she's asking, but rather the fact that she managed to beat him to the punch. so, before long, that pleasant smile sprawls across his lips as usual, especially so whenever she's near. ❝ It's definitely forward, but who says there's anything wrong with that approach? It could be the right one in this very moment, after all. ❞ whether in business, friendships, or even companionship as this... there was always a time and place for a little forwardness about things.

in this case, it was certainly a change of pace, one that makes his heart a little uncertain, though mostly in regards to his own issues than the fact that it's her.

Night has fallen, the chill of winter seeping through the meager protection his coat provided. Hunger gnaws at Octavo's stomach. As much as he knew he must return to his own world, he was not going to make it far if he froze to death.

...well. Maybe death would set him back to the beginning of his journey, as it usually did, but he didn't want to risk it when things were all askew like this.

He checks the strange device he'd found in his pocket. Initially, he'd ignored its instructions in favor of trying to find a way out, but that was clearly not happening tonight. One of the little pictograms wiggles at him. He'd seen people using their fingers to operate these things, and so he does the same, and after a few attempts manages to open the map. It points him to a building in the area.

Room 305...?

How foolish of him. Perhaps whatever awaited him in this room would give him the next step of this mad quest. He follows the map, making his way to one of the many enormous buildings in the area. Upon climbing the stairs, he finds himself in a long hallway full of many doors, each labeled with a number. It's all so orderly and quiet, the noise of the street outside muffled into silence.

But after about two or so hours of acting like the life of the party, Django knew he would have to slow things down and give himself a chance to breathe. "Everything in moderation." he tells himself; grabbing his third glass of sparkling wine from the nearby table.

And while he'd love nothing more than to stand back and people watch for another few minutes, the sight of a woman approaching him—dressed to the nines, mind you—made him reconsider.

To simply call this woman beautiful felt like it would be underselling just how captivating she truly was. This was someone who could effortlessly make anyone's head turn her way and find themselves utterly bewitched. A woman who carried herself with an air of grace and sophistication, yet was absolutely approachable. She was in every sense of the word attractive, and Django had absolutely no idea why the hell she was walking over to some hairy, overgrown buffoon.

" Jesus... I must've done something good recently for you t' come my way. "

" Nice to meet you! I'm Stelle– galactic baseballer, friend of Aventurine, bartender on your side and at your service!"

❝ Have you thought about if you're going or not? ❞