conchy | lobelia + ramuda

[Date night! Date night! Except... well, the cafeteria is hardly a romantic location by Lobelia's standards. Still! He's done his best to dress the place up with candles and has picked the finest wines from the available stock. One can only guess how serious a person like Ramuda is with regard to going on a date, but Lobelia doesn't do things in half measures.

To that end, he's gone to fetch Ramuda himself, knocking on his door and greeting him with a bow when he opens it.]

Bonne journée, mon cher artiste! I'm not too early, am I?

[ even though Murdertimes haven't been established, ramuda isn't leaving anything to chance. last thursday night, someone turned into a wolf (???) and tried to chow down on another guy, and this thursday afternoon, practically the same thing happened again. who could blame him? this will be his line of logic if anyone asks, even if it's more than that.

that he decides to spend the night with lobelia is...well, it takes two people to play! and he did have fun even if perhaps, he might have bitten off more than he can chew. it's fine, he has an iron stomach! and he's in a good mood, more than his usual, a long lost pink lollipop in his mouth.

so he's happy to stay wherever, that it's the study/jail is a Choice but one ramuda easily rolls with. it is very lobelia, after all. ]

You know, when McGillis walked in here he almost knocked himself out with that hook! [ pointing up, ramuda does in fact Look Up when he walks but also he's 5'1", he's more likely to run into the problem of walking into what would be a tripping hazard for someone else. ]

But I guess it's not really meant for someone that's basically a giraffe, huh?

[This snow is dreary and altogether much too cold for Lobelia's liking. He's sat in a corner of the study surrounded by books and tomes as if those might insulate him from the chill.

He's nose deep in his reading when Ramuda arrives, but he doesn't hesitate to snap the book closed and rise to greet him.]

Ah! Mon cher artiste. Don't tell me you braved the cold and snow just to visit me.

[ it takes a while but here's ramuda! he walks into lobelia's office humming, see everything is fine!

it's not fine. ]

[Lobelia is in some vague state between wakefulness and sleep when something moves out of the corner of his eye. His hand raises on instinct, fingers poised to snap— but recognition kicks in just in time.

Ah. How could he mistake that little pink bunny for a beast? Lobelia slowly sits himself upright and motions for the plushie to come closer.]

...Bonjour, mon amour.

[Lobelia doesn't sound good. He doesn't look good either, but he still manages a smile with practiced ease.]

week 1, monday

week 1, thursday right before curfew

week 2, monday evening