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TEXT; POST MAY 3RD

[regelkonform]

Do you have time to talk?
I have something I need to ask you.
If you don't have time now, we can set up an appointment for a meeting?

[ This had been an interesting cycle to say the least and it was with great reluctance that he finally knew he had to talk to someone. He didn't have to get into details, if he spoke in hypothetically it wouldn't give too much away, right? ]

[amant]

A meeting sounds very official. What's wrong?
That goes to say that I'm free. Please indulge me.

[ He likes to make time out for people he likes and he knows Germany isn't one to just approach him of all people for advice. Should he be worried? ]

[regelkonform]

I need to see you and talk to you.

[ And then after a moment. ]

I need your advice, I think.
Maybe.
Probably.

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[schwarzen]

[ This message comes soon after America's network message. Siegfried doesn't sound particularly irritated, more amused, but he is curious. ]

I suppose France isn't too much of a change from Francis.

[amant]

[ Oh, that does get a chuckle. Siegfried is endlessly patient with him. ]

Well, yes. I never had much of a reason to hide who I was back home. Our existence is well-known. Some just know that we're different without knowing to what extent.

Names don't mean much to me, Siegfried. But do they to you?

[ Will you still love him when he's no longer young and beautiful? ]

im gomen... i died in may

[schwarzen]

I always suspected you may be extraordinary, but never did I suspect the truth.

[ Which is probably indicative of France's subtlety, especially compared to some of his nation peers. ]

I simply wish I had known you were from the same world as Sen. Are the two of you close, then?

[ He laughs softly. ]

No, but I want to call you whatever your preference is. So which will it be?

( TEXT. ) JULY 6th

[herocomplex]

<sub>[ oh look.. he's texting during Cordis. You think he would learn his lesson by now to not deal with Francis during Cordis.
And yet. ]

hey france
ur like the full hard on embodiment of sappy-fappy romance shit yeah?
making sure i got the right guy or if i should txt italy instead lol</sub>

[amant]

[ Cordis France is equally embarrassing to his everyday self, but his heart is still in the right place. Plus, he's nosy.

Emphasis on the nosy, tbh. ]

I am the one that taught Italy what he knows!
That's not to say he's a bad choice, but why?

What situation have you found yourself in now? Is it a fun one?

[herocomplex]

hahahahaha that's real funny
i didn't say anything about ME
it's just one of my dude friends he needs some help asap
and who am i to deny him help
butt to help him i need some support

u know

you've kinda been my bitch for awhile now so i thought i could get some advice

TEXT; un: matriarch

[menphina]

You've never taken this long to get into a lace thong, amour. It's not chafing you, is it?

[amant]

You know that I'm more experienced in ridding them from pretty things, darling. Am I getting a hint of impatience in your text?

[ THIS LACE IS NOT UP TO PAR AND HE IS STALLING. Shhhh. ]

( ACTION. ) FARMER'S MARKET — 5/31/20

[herocomplex]

<sub>[ America had a pretty great time capturing critters in Pokeball reject cubes, but he was mostly excited about the festivities that came afterwards. There was food— crudely shaped food— and it was delicious. But of course, he was updating his Prismagram feed every time he got a hold of a particularly lewd produce, and, well, he would eat it. Do it for the Vine, as they say.

After awhile, he found himself paying close attention to almost everyone who walked by.. something about their chest, or thighs, or ass. He had a lot of different shaped foods but didn't think there would be a connection to his attraction to everyone's certain features and the food.

He's paused taking a bite out of an apple that has some nicely defined pecs to gaze longingly at the back end of someone who was looking at a different booth. Once his gaze drifts upwards, he recognizes the curly blond hair and slowly sinks his teeth into the apple, sucking juices from it before he decides to talk to France. After all, France is his friend.

France is greeted by a hearty slap on.. the back, thank goodness. ]</sub>

Hahaha! Yo, France! What are you looking at so intently over here?

[amant]

[ France might not be as eager to share every lewd fruit on Prismagram but he is an avid fan of fresh produce. And farmer's markets. It had started innocently enough, looking at the stalls, talking to the vendors and other Moonblessed.

He's kissed a lot of hands. A lot. Really, if they wanted to run it that way, France wasn't directly opposed. It was all in innocent fun.

France had stopped in front of a stall of rather phallic-looking strawberries when he felt as if someone was staring at him. He brushes it off, intent on making a decent purchase this time around. He's poised to raise one of his berries to his lips to bite the tip off but the slap on his back catches him off-guard and he makes a rather grumpy sound at being jostled.

Innocent fun, they said... but America looks happy, and that's always been annoyingly infectious. His lips draw into a reluctant grin and he puts the berry back, raising a brow. ]

Strawberries. Would you like one?

[ Hold the phone. He's holding it up to America's ...general mouth area. The boy is old enough that he's not going to force-feed him. Please, enjoy the circumcized strawberries. They don't scream like some of the other fruit when bitten. ]

tinder thread ~ sorry for the late response!

[ringlette]

(( from here ))

[ Excitement races through Marie's body at the idea of meeting up with her beloved country. Her reply comes up a mere bunch of seconds later. ]

I would truly, truly love to have your company, mon chér France! You are not interrupting anything!

Good morning to me. 💖 | action

[amant]

[ If there's any lesson to be learned from being taken away from his home it is that things have a chance to be amended. He knows that Marie wasn't The Problem, but part of a whole. He'd just never gotten the opportunity to tell her that. Is he prettying himself up in record time to bare his heart? No, damn it.

He wants to see how cute this reincarnation of his queen is!

His inner Karen has him asking to see the manager before he seats himself, smiling pleasantly. Maybe it isn't the insufferable Karen he's capable of being, but it certainly is the presumptuous kind. The staff aren't there to summon Marie, France. At least he's a pretty peacock perched in the sunshine. We're assuming sunshine. What French establishment is open beyond five? ]

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[menphina]

YOU'VE BEEN HIT BY THE

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ONCE YOU'VE BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO HIT 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU'LL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY! IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN, YOU'LL BE CURSED WITH UN*SEXYNESS FOR 10 YEARS SO PASS IT! HIT WHO EVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!

[amant]

[ She's going to get it back, of course. A second, more personal text is sent her way soon after. ]

Even for an immortal, a decade of bad hair is still hell you know.

Text | UN: hijikata

[mayoninofukucho]

[France is getting a text message!]

Hello France. I said I'd tell you when I get into the Moon Knights. I'm in now.

[He's known for almost a week now, but... let's just say the whole ABO situation distracted his attention. He would have made for difficult company with his Astella rune driving him crazy.]

Let's best skip the Sanguis cycle. My first duty starts on the 6th, so if you're free someday from then onwards we can have a drink or something.

[amant]

[ France is pleasantly surprised to hear back from his failed dinner date but it seems that Hijikata is a man of his word. It's good timing on his part; being Ostella and around Hijikata would have made for a disastrous first meeting.

The bit about Sanguis does make him laugh, though. ]

Hijikata! I see that you're well, then? I'm happy to hear from you and with good news no less.

[ Both his partners are Iris while he's a Cordis. This poses an interesting dilemma. He considers for a moment before being honest. ]

We can avoid Sanguis, but are you comfortable with Cordis? I'll be on my best behavior and that helps with my busier schedule toward the middle of the month, of course. Drinks sound great. Do you have a place you frequent more?

( TEXT. ) JULY 19th | un: FUCKYEAH

[herocomplex]

_{[ Late one evening, not quite he middle of the night, but late: ]}

what is "bukkake" ????
i thought it was a japanese entree but when i asked someone they just laughed and didn't explain so i think it's something dirty

anyway i'm embarrassed they laughed at me
so fix it

[amant]

I'm sorry... what???

[ Let him just get his readers. He thought he read 'bukkake'. Oh. So he did. Squint. ]

It's dirty. Why don't you just stick to the menu next time? How am I supposed to fix it?

[ It's late enough. He's too tired to productively answer the question right away. ]

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[edle_gestalt]

I am at the store. I am not buying anything today. I am browsing for reference.

Gold tones for the living room? Eggshell, ivory, muted woods?

Blackout curtains are probably best for privacy when needed.

[amant]

You went browsing without me? I'm pouting. You just can't see it. I suppose that I can get over it though.

That does all sound very pretty. Has anything in particular caught your eye?

[ A moment passes... ]

Blackout curtains?! Are you trying to hide something, darling?

[ What a little shit. ]

action; backdated to last three-moon

[edle_gestalt]

[The temptation to drift off to sleep after a round like that is extremely high, but Austria opts to tough it out. After dismounting, so to speak, he loosens his grip on France's shoulders and unties the bit of cloth that had bound France's wrists above his head. He also unfastens the bit gag, relishing a moment of toying with his hair as he does. Once it's gone, he leans in for a kiss.

Allowing himself to carefully collapse back onto the bed, he rolls to face his lover, lazily laying a leg over France's to entwine them a bit. Can't have him getting away, as if either would want to.]

We need a checklist... [He licks his lips idly.] I'm already realizing we left your clamps on the brand new coffee table. This may be our little haven but I don't want to forget to put anything away if we end up having guests.

[He's still half-hard, thanks to the moon, but it's nothing urgent.] Considering, you know, I suspect we may find ourselves in this exact situation quite often with our newfound privacy.

[amant]

[ It wasn't scandalous as much as it was christening, at least that's what France's excuse had been the first time he'd given Austria the look halfway through dicing up a cucumber while preparing lunch in their new home. That was no excuse for abandoning the vegetable in favor of pursuing other leisurely activities.

It isn't until the aftermath, while flexing his fingers and sprawling out in bed that he's reminded of how they ended up leaving a trail behind them through the house. Austria's talking about nipple clamps on the coffee table and the blond can't stop the airy laugh that comes after. A hand slips to stroke the thigh draped over him and he sighs, glancing over. ]

Clamps? I completely forgot about the cucumbers. I'm sure Pierre's already gotten to them by now. [ a beat passes and an eyebrow perks ] Even unintentionally, you're spoiling that poor bird. Trying to win his allegiance.

[ France sounds completely okay with his bird skipping sides if it means he gets to just lay there for a bit longer. ]

So, what about this checklist, hm? [ His fingers ghost a little higher on the hip, mouth curving into a teasing grin. ] Do you want guests? We've not invited anyone over yet. [ idly: ] Maybe I wouldn't stray away from the kitchen and waste our groceries then?

[ Haven indeed. Some of the rooms aren't even furnished yet and France is still tempted to lay claim to them. Yikes. ]