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[notsolomon]

Who: William Twining/notsolomon & you
When: OOC 3/13, IC: 6/6
Where: His and Kevin's apartment/the shopping district
What: For people who either want to celebrate his birthday or touch base with him after the last event. Or whatever your heart desires.
Rating/Warning: None



I: Apartment

[So today was his birthday. William had been so preoccupied that he had forgotten about the date until Kevin had reminded him. When he woke up that morning, William found that his feelings about the day were rather complicated. Especially since his last birthday had seen a complete upheaval in one of the very foundation stones of his life.

That had been when he'd learned that Kevin wasn't who he had appeared to be. That Kevin wasn't the Kevin he'd known since childhood, but someone who had taken the original's place, like a cuckoo bird invading a nest. And there had been countless other deceptions tied into that, Kevin's being an Angel among them.

It had all worked out in the end and for the better, as their relationship was now much stronger. But the date was firmly etched into his mind, more bittersweet than something to celebrate.

Of course, William wasn't one to let himself dwell on such things and he quickly gained his bearings and decided to get prepared for the day. He couldn't go to London this year, but William was going to enjoy the day and all it brought with it, regardless of any negative associations.

Throughout the day he texts different friends, inviting them over for cake and snacks, because there's only so much he can eat on his own.]

II. Shopping District

[He's saved enough money that he can treat himself, so William's been hitting different stores all day. He's mainly thinking of buying some books and a few video games, though mostly he's been window shopping here and there.

Despite having been in the city for a while, William still finds a bit of modern technology or some alien merchandise that surprises him. And he's staring at one particular thing now, whatever it is, one eyebrow raised.]

Whatever it is, they shouldn't advertise it with such an absurd slogan.

III Wildcard

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Comments

[playboyknight]

[He's only shaking his head at William right now.]

Since when did politics matter to hell in the first place?

[notsolomon]

I do not know either. It's not what you think of when you hear the word, Hell. But Lucifer is entering into his time of Sleep. Demons and Angels and the like maintain their long life spans by entering centuries long periods of Sleep. And it is apparently the ruler of Hell's turn. So they need a temporary leader. Each fact has a candidate, but they need someone to choose them.

For some stupid reason, it's me. Really when I have more important things.

[Like, much as he disapproved of such things, it seemed like Hell would have been much better of choosing the successor based on Prigmoture. Normally you risked putting a complete dud with no merit in charge, but Camio, Lucifer's actual biological son was hardly any sort of incompetent.]

[playboyknight]

I thought my world was strange, William. Yours takes the cake in terms of strangeness so much more compared to mine.

[Because while he had your typical medieval setting, there were mechanical monsters and other odd things about his world. Also very odd people in general.]

[notsolomon]

Well most people can avoid every knowing anything about the supernatural where I am from. I actually denied they existed for a while there, even after meeting my first demon.

[Sometimes he wondered if changing his mind had been a mistake though. Things had been simple back then.]

What is your world like?

[playboyknight]

Knights. Castles. Princesses. Monsters. That sort of place. Oh, and the church rules all along with the aristocracy.

[The way he's describing his world makes it sound boring, but there's a lot more to it than that. He's just too lazy to say more.]

[notsolomon]

Well that sounds a bit stereotypical then. And the last part doesn't sound too different from back home.

[Same really. Stupid church.]

[playboyknight]

Ah something in common we have then.

[It's also an unfortunate common ground.]

[notsolomon]

We really do seem to be running into a log of that lately, don't we? Common ground? Or something like that.

[Then again, it made sense that human civilization would have similarities across worlds.]

[playboyknight]

More like bumping into said log because we can't avoid it multiple times.

[He's making a joke and hoping it comes out funny.]

[notsolomon]

[Angel will be rewarded by a small snicker.]

A rather big log then. Someone should really clear it out.

[playboyknight]

[He flashes an amused grin.]

I could always do it if you won't.

[notsolomon]

You could probably move it better than I can.

[Their conversation is beginning to make no sense, but that might just be him getting drunk, because he is weak.]

[playboyknight]

Oh how kind of you to say, William. It almost sounds like you're flirting with me.

[Angelo is getting tipsy at this point.]

[notsolomon]

Are you some kind of lecher? And if I was flirting, you would know.

[He's on the edge of being drunk enough for it though.]

[playboyknight]

I have been called one before actually. Now I'm curious to see you flirting.

[He's laughing at William more to himself than out loud now.]

[notsolomon]

Just once?

[He is incredulous. And he can sense the mockery. Somehow. Because he is suspicious like that.]

It is not going to happen.

[playboyknight]

It's been too many times I've lost count. You're also very much disappointing me, William. I wanted to see you be flirtatious.

[All his fun got ruined, boo. Thanks William.]

[notsolomon]

...you have a strange idea of of fun, you know that?

[Sorry for how uptight he is , Angelo. Truly.]

[playboyknight]

Strange idea of fun? Oh please, it's hardly strange.

[He shrugs his shoulders at William.]

[notsolomon]

It's weird. And improper.

[He presses a hand to his forehead. He's feeling attacked. On his birthday. Why? This should be a free space on the board of life.]

[playboyknight]

No improper and weird would be me taking you into my arms and kissing you.

[He's having way too much fun with William right now.]

[notsolomon]

You wouldn't dare.

[It's fortunate that he is so easily trolled Angelo.]

[playboyknight]

I might. Your lips are looking rather good right now.

[Yup. He's going there.]

[notsolomon]

You are killing me here.

[He's totally not serious, of that William is sure. Totally sure.]

[playboyknight]

So would I kill you if I kissed your cheek?

[There's an amused grin on his expression.]