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[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~

[wooow]

( As opposed to the goddess of Spina Di Rosula? He's just a bag of scars and blood. He doesn't expect her to attempt her voice at the silly idea, so he laughs under his breath. The phone is slightly unsteady when he pushes for another level of potency in her. )

And how's that?

[buttercream]

Happy birfffmm—

[ Navia's singing ends as quickly as it started, the second line turning quickly into a gasped out moan as he adjusts the level of the toy; her back arches, and it takes her a moment to pull herself together enough to offer an accusatory look to the camera, breath a little short as she laughs. ]

Your Grace, it's— mm, a little hard to sing like this.

[wooow]

( It's his kind of way to celebrate, having someone's pleasure - especially Navia's - literally under his fingertips. He can only imagine how much the toy presses right where it matters, deep inside her. He swallows the idea that is then released with a sigh and an airy laugh of his own. )

All that matters is you tried. You'll get another chance next year, for now, do you think you can take it a step further?

[buttercream]

[ She can see the hints of Wriothesley's interest and pleasure playing out across his face, and it makes her smile slightly to herself, even as her hips lift a little against the toy, and she's quickly finding herself shorter of breath, brows lifting at his question. ]

Take what a step further? [ Oh, she knows exactly what she means. But she can't resist the tease anyway, another soft laugh on her tongue. ] Should I keep singing?

[wooow]

( Only she can truly tease him in a way that makes the hairs on his nape rouse with a shiver. The phone is still not entirely still on his end, not when he's steadily stroking a hardening erection. Not too hard, not too easy. )

Whatever you want, if you can handle it.

( If she wanted to sing and break out calling his name, she can. He revs up the device's intensity again. )

Is this really working? I can't tell.