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[buttercream]

My dearest monsieur~
I found a paper on my desk reminding me I simply must contact you today...
Would you have any idea why~?

[wooow]

Oh uh. Am I in trouble?

[buttercream]

[ This man... ]

Look at the calendar, handsome.

[wooow]

( He's teasing her. )

Right. It's Thursday. Do you really think I'm handsome after this heck of a week? I'm blushing.

[buttercream]

[ She knows he is teasing, at least now— she can't help but play along. It gives her some more time to finish putting her surprise together, anyway. ]

What sort of week have you had to make you think you're looking worse for wear?

Perhaps you should send me a photograph so I can judge for myself.

But yes, Your Grace. Happy Thursday~

[wooow]

( A picture, huh. )

Think of it as a week taking up an entire year for it to pass. The force of gravity is really weighing on me lately.

Thanks, Navia. Cheers.

( With that, he snaps a picture of his hand holding a cup of tea. The blur of the background suggests he's on the lower floor from his office. Blue hues shade over every worn wrinkle on his fingers, at least what's visible of them. )

[buttercream]

Well, after seeing your picture, my judgement remains as it was, you know.

[ That said, though, she's gone from playful to a little concerned. ]

But... is there anything I can do?

[wooow]

( He's just being dramatic! He's fine. )

Color me flattered. Heh.

What about your macaroons? I miss 'em.

[buttercream]

You underestimate me, sir. I have already prepared a number of macarons for you~

I was wondering if you would have the time to receive a gift box in a little while. I know arranging a visit is somewhat difficult nowadays, so I have asked Aeife to visit you in my stead~

[wooow]

You got my interest. I'll tell our dutiful front desk to deliver it once Aeife drops it off. Do I get a hint as to what it is, at least?

[buttercream]

Well~

There's something to eat, and something to play with. ♥

[wooow]

( Is it underwear? )

I'll need more than that to figure it out.

[buttercream]

Or, monsieur, you could wait just a little.

[wooow]

I've waited a whole year.

[buttercream]

Then thirty minutes won't kill you, no?

[wooow]

It might. Who knows if those otters won't smash their rocks on the Fortress glass and flood us in.

[buttercream]

Hmm. I think I will take my chances.

[wooow]

I'll see you on the other side.

[buttercream]

[ Navia doesn't reply, but exactly 30 minutes later, a box will be delivered to Wriothesley's room, wrapped in dark blue paper, tied with gold ribbon, a card attached to it that is empty other than a heart drawn carefully onto the cardboard.

Upon opening it, he'll find two smaller boxes:

one containing a selection of macarons flavored for different styles of tea,

and one holding naught but a small contraption vaguely resembling a control device for a robotic creature. ]

[wooow]

( After thirty minutes of admiring the desolation past the window, he heads back up after hearing someone at the door.

He brings the mystery box to his desk and carefully slides the ribbon off. He picks out a macaron to taste while his other hand investigates the other device. )

You don't say...

( That Navia is unpredictable sometimes, not that he's complaining. He wipes off crumbs off his lips before taking another macaron whole, stuffing his mouth. )

What a birthday. Thanks. The macarons are delicious as always. And this other thing, how do I know it works once I turn it on?

( These devices are rarely advertised because of the implications and lewdness. People either know where to buy them or they don't. )

[buttercream]

How many of them have you eaten already?

As for the device... Visual feedback, perhaps?

[ And she sends through a photo, showing her comfortably lounging back on her bed in his favorite of her lingerie sets. ]

Photographs are certainly easier to send, but if you are alone, monsieur, I am unopposed to video.

[wooow]

( Forget macaron talk the moment he receives sepia perfection in the form of Navia. Warm lighting always suits her, especially on the shine of her hair, curvature and softness. He almost chokes on his tea. )

i'm alone.

( With that, he presses one of lower power buttons. )

[buttercream]

Then give me just a moment and I'lwsgimopdlv

[ It's unfortunate, perhaps, that he misses the first hitch of her breath as her half of the toy comes to life inside her. But he'll be rewarded at least with the press of her teeth into her lower lip as she starts up a video call. ]

[wooow]

( Truly better than pictures. Where their business don't mix, they surely clash better than ever in other ways. It's really too bad he's not the one inside her instead, but this will do. How can she always seem so innocent and dainty yet greet his sight with that face, so strained with a sudden spike of pleasure? A shock runs through his cock. )

Greetings, Navia. Are you gonna sing me happy birthday?

[buttercream]

[ He looks good, especially for someone who claimed to be surprised at the word "handsome". Navia smiles, although it's certainly strained with the suddenness of the pleasure, and then she swallows against the sudden dryness of her mouth.

Sing?

He's clearly joking, but she can't quite help herself. ]

Happy birthday to you~