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[petcromancer]

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text; un: hakunon: early Mareuer

[sealeted]

I've got a surprise I think you might like.

un: hector

[petcromancer]

oh? do tell.

[sealeted]

[She sends him a picture of the little dog she made in Cezar's image, with her best attempt at marveling the felt where mottled, healed flesh would be on the dog himself.

The eyes are the brightest blue she could find.]

I took up a new hobby. Not quite as hardy as what you used to craft, I'm assuming, but I think it's pretty cute.

Text: username Speaker Belnades

[strongspirited]

Hector?

I should have checked in sooner. Have you fared well?

text: un hector

[petcromancer]

I’ve been getting by. No relapses into dark magics as of yet.

[Hopefully joking about such things doesn’t end with a fireball to his face.]

I’ve taken up gardening, and I’ve adopted some new pets. It’s weirdly domestic.

Re: text: un hector

[strongspirited]

I'd hope so. Weren't you changing into something anyway?

Gardening and pets are very domestic.

But is it a better life?

April Full Moon-NSFW warning upfront

[rollfordiplomacy]

[with no preamble, Everett sends the following text at sundown]

Tell me you are free tonight.

[petcromancer]

[Equally abrupt, Hector's response.]

I'm on my way.

...

...that was an invitation, right?

[Hopefully so, because he's already halfway to Everett's house.]

[rollfordiplomacy]

Yes.

And for every minute you keep me waiting I'll need punish you.

Hurry or take your time, the decision is yours.

voice; middle of april

[quickwhip]

[ Alright, so. He pretty much NEVER uses these things?? But here he is. Trying to. Holding the thing up to his ear at first before moving it back a bit so he can speak into it. While shifting his eyes some because... this looks so stupid to do. ]

Uh... hello? Hector? This is Trevor. Trevor Belmont.

[ You know. In case Hector DOESN'T KNOW or something. ]

voice

[petcromancer]

[Well, Hector hates audio mode just as much. It's so much easier to come across impersonal in text form. Or by just not talking to people. But Belmont is calling, so he's got to, right?

And please, how many Trevors do you think he knows?]

Yes? How can I help you, Belmont?

[He doesn't tease Trevor ruthlessly like he should. Hector's curious about what Trevor wants, and flirting teasing will delay getting to the answer. Besides, their last encounter has probably netted him one free pass.]

[quickwhip]

[ Ok, so. This worked That's good. ]

Just wondering... did you happen to know where I lived?

action;

[quickwhip]

[ On this particular night when Hector makes his way back home, he's going to be greeted with a Belmont sitting on his rooftop. Yes. On his rooftop. Legs dangling over the side and shoulders slumped a little. When he catches sight of the faun, he straightens up some, but makes a point of resting his arm against his knee, head cocked to the side with those blue eyes shining in the night. ]

I've been waiting here forever.

[ No he hasn't. ]

Was wondering if you even lived here after all.

[petcromancer]

[Hector stops, looks up at the vampire lounging on his roof, and rolls his eyes.]

Apologies for having a job. Are you going to come down, or am I going to have to keep craning my neck?

Text; un: berniebear

[bravelyathome]

[It's taken her awhile to find the courage to contact him after doing lots of looking into for finding his contact information. Really the message to him has been saved for weeks. It's only today she's pressing send and hoping to not regret it.]

um hi!
its Bernie
um Bernadetta
the other wormipede savior!

I dont know if you remember me even...

but I figured out some nice homely things for my wormipede
I called it Snuggles...

...you didnt ask about that

but did you want some of it?

Text; un: hector

[petcromancer]

hello. i remember you. i'm glad you and Snuggles are doing well.

sure. anything to help the worms feel more comfortable is appreciated.

i've been cultivating mosses to keep my worm fed. i'll bring you some of it if you want.

MODRANICHT

[cryptsleeper]

[Left on Hector's doorstep is a new dog bed and matching collar and lead.

For Cezar.

And none for Hector. Byeeeeeeee]

[petcromancer]

[Alright, Adrian, you get one picture sent to your Mirror of Cezar, asleep in the bed. Because gifts to Cezar should be encouraged.]

Modranicht gift

[thejoyrider]

[On the day of the holiday, a plate of homemade cookies and a sample of herbal tea mysteriously appears on his doorstep. The wrapping is decorated with a fresh lily flower (actually a Fae magic product, designed to fade away from existence in a few hours) and a ribbon. The attached handwritten note reads as follows:]

Happy Modranicht! Let’s have another great year here in Aefenglom!

M⚜️

around modranicht

[quickwhip]

[ Hopefully Hector wasn't planning on going out for the evening on this... particular night... around Modranicht. Hopefully not because one Trevor Belmont is trekking his way up to the front of the faun's shared residence with a wicker basket in hand. Really, with the cloak he's got on complete with basket, he almost looks like Little Red Riding Treffy. Thankfully he's not. But he so very much enjoys the cool winter weather and the fact that it grows dark so much earlier than it does in the summer months and so he's feeling a little good as he makes his way up to the front door and knocks on it with a rap of his pale knuckles.

Knock knock, Hector. You have a Special Delivery. ]

[petcromancer]

[If Trevor is Little Red Riding Treffy, does that make Hector the Big Bad Faun?

Cezar gives a happy little bark as Trevor knocks, and with his faunish powers, Hector understands the pug's greeting for 'Friend-Trevor' Hector's not much for holiday spirit, but he does always enjoy a visit from his vampire.

He comes to the door and takes just a moment to make sure he's presentable before he opens up for his bonded.]

Going for a picnic, Belmont?

pls pretend with me this actually arrived on Modranicht ROFL

[faithlikeaseed]

[Somehow, Myr managed to get someone to make a pretty credible carved nug. It shows up on Hector's door, along with a couple of bags of homemade honey candy and two bottles of mead.

There's also a note, penned in the neat hand of a hired scribe:]

Happy Modranicht, lambkin!

A nug really did show up through the mirrors for me last month. His little hands aren't as creepy as I thought, but he's not as happy as he could be living in my garden. Want to come meet him?

better late than never, which is when hector is getting presents for people bc he's a failure

[petcromancer]

[The carved nug is all the sales pitch Hector needs. He must meet this gloriously ugdorable creature.

When he finds the gift and the note, he sends Myr a watch-message pretty much right away.]

yes.
on my way.

[They live so close, he could have just walked over unannounced, but he's trying to send a courtesy message before he breaks into Myr's garden and nug-naps this fleshy horror to coo over.]

Text

[cryptsleeper]

[A few days into the month, there's a bag of dog food left for Cezar outside Hector's door.

Then, photo texts of:

a map, drawn and marked

a log sheet, an experiment brief placed on top

a bracelet tagged with certain information and then

a dhampir, going for a walk out in the woods.]

For your future reference, this is what a research trial should look like.

fuck off with your fitbit adrian

[petcromancer]

Text:

i think you're confusing research with your exercise regime.