M/M version
Looking over a stack of jobs, a pile of paperwork at his side as he scry's each one. Each attempt is only done for a short while, enough to get a basic idea on who best to send for each job. As he does so, keeping himself focused on the job at hand, Fenrir quietly makes his way into the room to see what all the delphox was now up to.
Fenrir: Whatcha up to~?
Dantalion: Fenrir...? Work. I haven't gotten to the jobs Girrun gave me yet. Please be patient.
Fenrir: Don't worry about that. I wanted to see if you'd be up for coming with me?
Dantalion: I can't. I really need to get this done. Rather not see P.M. hound me about it...
Fenrir: Are you sure? It is that...what did you call it..."val-en-tine- day?
Dantalion: Valentine's day. And yes, but I'm absolutely swamped right now. I really need to get these done.
Fenrir: ...if you say so. Damn...all that food will go to waste I guess.
Dantalion: Thank you for-!! Hold on...food?
Fenrir: Hm? Yeah.
Dantalion: ...ordered?
Fenrir: No that I cooked for you. Well us, but...
Dantalion: ...you can cook...? You know what? Sure. I could use a break, plus I'm actually curious.
Fenrir: Wonderful! Let me get a few things ready then! Clean up and meet me on the upper floor of the bar!
The obstagoon leaves, a smile on his face as he makes his way out. Once gone, Danta let's out a sigh as he prepares to head out, finishing a few more jobs before getting himself up and stretching. It'd been a fair few hours, so maybe this wouldn't be so bad? As he thought about the obstagoons straightforward mannerisms and overall roughness however, any thoughts on it being more than the basic of basics were immediately dispelled in his mind.
Dantalion: ....it's probably just some crudely cut meat and basic vegetables. I'll try to be nice...
About an hour later, with his fur washed, combed and clean, he immediately made a portal to the upper portion of the bar. Not being one to ever sully himself by stepping foot into the cesspool that was the main city of Lebon, and even less so the lower floor of the bar where the general members resided, the delphox simply opted to port there directly. Last thing he needed was to be accosted after taking time to get himself ready.
Dantalion: I'm here. So what- oh....oh my...
As Dantalion walks in, he sees the entire top floor decorated with heart shaped plates and wine glasses. Bread, candles, and various plates of covered food were laid out over a large center table. The room had a pinkish lighting to it, no doubt caused by some mon likely using misty terrain.
Dantalion: ah...wow...this...
Fenrir: Oh! You made it! Sit, sit! Almost done! Shouldn't be longer than a few more minutes!
Dantalion sits down nervously, looking around the decorated room. Eventually, Fenrir comes walking out carrying a massive roast on a platter. The food looked incredibly well made, with various vegetables lining the edges of it.
Dantalion: That...that looks...amazing...
Fenrir: Should hopefully taste even better. I wasn't sure about the recipe this time, since it'd been so long since I made it. Let's both hope I didn't lose my touch after all these years. Give it a try~
Nervously, Dantalion cut out a small piece from it. It certainly looked harmless, but the thought that it was made by the member everyone knew as being the most aggressive and ruthless made him especially worried. But, he pushed his thoughts out and took the first bite, and upon doing so, a wellspring of flavors blossom out through his mouth.
Dantalion: This is amazing! Not even the beheeyem makes food this good! Fenrir...You know how to cook?!
Fenrir: What kind of question is that? I used to be a noble way back when. Being able to cook is the minimum of what I would need.
Dantalion: Right, I forgot about that. Sorry it's just...you...with how you are...you just don't come off as...a master chef.
Fenrir: Well, I'm glad I could surprise you then! I hope the rest of it tastes just as good!
Dantalion lets out a small laugh as he marvel's at the rest of the food once it gets uncovered and shown off. Each part of it looked incredible, and all of it tantalizing.
Dantalion: Thanks for this, Fenrir. Now...sit, sit! I can't eat all this on my own. And I wonder what wine you got. I don't typically drink since I want to make sure I am always in the right of mind, but I can make an exception for you. And thank you, was worried this would be a rather dull valentine's day honestly.
Fenrir: Gladly! Hehe, I'm glad I could make you happy. Oh, But first~
The obstagoon kisses Danta on the head, stroking the back of his head with a gentle claw.
Fenrir: I Love ya, cute little fox.
Dantalion blushes before getting up to kiss Fenrir back on the lips, The two hold it for a while, with Fenrir embracing him gently. Eventually they break, leaving Dantalion to sit himself back down.
Dantalion: I love you to, even if you are brutish.
Fenrir: Hehe, I'll take the compliments where I can get'em~
Dantalion: That wasn't a...haaah...nevermind. You're cute, Fenrir.
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M/F version
Looking over a stack of jobs, a pile of paperwork at his side as she scrys each one. Each attempt is only done for a short while, enough to get a basic idea on who best to send for each job. As she does so, keeping herself focused on the job at hand, Fenrir quietly makes his way into the room to see what all the delphox was now up to.
Fenrir: Whatcha up to~?
Dantalion: Fenrir...? Work. I haven't gotten to the jobs Girrun gave me yet. Please be patient.
Fenrir: Don't worry about that. I wanted to see if you'd be up for coming with me?
Dantalion: I can't. I really need to get this done. Rather not see P.M. hound me about it...
Fenrir: Are you sure? It is that...what did you call it..."val-en-tine- day?
Dantalion: Valentine's day. And yes, but I'm absolutely swamped right now. I really need to get these done.
Fenrir: ...if you say so. Damn...all that food will go to waste I guess.
Dantalion: Thank you for-!! Hold on...food?
Fenrir: Hm? Yeah.
Dantalion: ...ordered?
Fenrir: No that I cooked for you. Well us, but...
Dantalion: ...you can cook...? You know what? Sure. I could use a break, plus I'm actually curious.
Fenrir: Wonderful! Let me get a few things ready then! Clean up and meet me on the upper floor of the bar!
The obstagoon leaves, a smile on his face as he makes his way out. Once gone, Danta let's out a sigh as she prepares to head out, finishing a few more jobs before getting herself up and stretching. It'd been a fair few hours, so maybe this wouldn't be so bad? As she thought about the obstagoons straightforward mannerisms and overall roughness however, any thoughts on it being more than the basic of basics were immediately dispelled in her mind.
Dantalion: ....it's probably just some crudely cut meat and basic vegetables. I'll try to be nice...
About an hour later, with her fur washed, combed and clean, she immediately made a portal to the upper portion of the bar. Not being one to ever sully herself by stepping foot into the cesspool that was the main city of Lebon, and even less so the lower floor of the bar where the general members resided, the delphox simply opted to port there directly. Last thing she needed was to be accosted after taking time to get herself ready.
Dantalion: I'm here. So what- oh....oh my...
As Dantalion walks in, she sees the entire top floor decorated with heart shaped plates and wine glasses. Bread, candles, and various plates of covered food were laid out over a large center table. The room had a pinkish lighting to it, no doubt caused by some mon likely using misty terrain.
Dantalion: ah...wow...this...
Fenrir: Oh! You made it! Sit, sit! Almost done! Shouldn't be longer than a few more minutes!
Dantalion sits down nervously, looking around the decorated room. Eventually, Fenrir comes walking out carrying a massive roast on a platter. The food looked incredibly well made, with various vegetables lining the edges of it.
Dantalion: That...that looks...amazing...
Fenrir: Should hopefully taste even better. I wasn't sure about the recipe this time, since it'd been so long since I made it. Let's both hope I didn't lose my touch after all these years. Give it a try~
Nervously, Dantalion cut out a small piece from it. It certainly looked harmless, but the thought that it was made by the member everyone knew as being the most aggressive and ruthless made her especially worried. But, she pushed her thoughts out and took the first bite, and upon doing so, a wellspring of flavors blossom out through her mouth.
Dantalion: This is amazing! Not even the beheeyem makes food this good! Fenrir...You know how to cook?!
Fenrir: What kind of question is that? I used to be a noble way back when. Being able to cook is the minimum of what I would need.
Dantalion: Right, I forgot about that. Sorry it's just...you...with how you are...you just don't come off as...a master chef.
Fenrir: Well, I'm glad I could surprise you then! I hope the rest of it tastes just as good!
Dantalion lets out a small laugh as she marvel's at the rest of the food once it gets uncovered and shown off. Each part of it looked incredible, and all of it tantalizing.
Dantalion: Thanks for this, Fenrir. Now...sit, sit! I can't eat all this on my own. And I wonder what wine you got. I don't typically drink since I want to make sure I am always in the right of mind, but I can make an exception for you. And thank you, was worried this would be a rather dull valentine's day honestly.
Fenrir: Gladly! Hehe, I'm glad I could make you happy. Oh, But first~
The obstagoon kisses Danta on the head, stroking the back of her head with a gentle claw.
Fenrir: I Love ya, cute little fox.
Dantalion blushes before getting up to kiss Fenrir back on the lips, The two hold it for a while, with Fenrir embracing her gently. Eventually they break, leaving Dantalion to sit herself back down.
Dantalion: I love you to, even if you are brutish.
Fenrir: Hehe, I'll take the compliments where I can get'em~
Dantalion: That wasn't a...haaah...nevermind. You're cute, Fenrir.
