Fairy Tale dinner party, IC: Valshe // ISO: Mail

[PandyChan]

» Season « Fall // » Time « Afternoon // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « Icon that fits *Gasp* horrible at topic titles xD

Dream with my eyes open,
Sleep when I'm dead, Love who my hearts chosen, Conquer what lies ahead

Damn it..

Look at what he did now, he had decided to go to sleep late in the night because he had been planning for everything, he was having troubles with sleeping after trying a various amount of times and gave up, sitting in the dark with his body tossed over his bed like a towel or something. When he did fall asleep, he woke up when it was 2:00. Gave him enough time to take a bath, and do NOTHING. Valshe was a long bather, and took awhile to take baths since he always tried to look a little decent, even though that usually got destroyed after his temporary newspaper job every week. It wasn't a very good image for Valshe, but it paid for his food down in the inn at least, though it did give some fine little tips to. And with how many residents there where, that was quite a bit of tips to handle. Plus, his mother often sent Valshe a good hundred dollars or so every season, and when it was winter she sent a little extra since it meant snow storms and being stuck inside the house. Though she gives notes to, she always mentions how hard it is because of how his father thought he needed to make his own money. But his mother loved her cherished son, Valshe, to much to let him survive without money.

Jumping out of the shower room down the hall in the inn, it was a little sad that he had to use a public shower just to take a bath. He never found that to be correct, what kind of man or woman wanted to show everything off to someone when they took a bath. Slowly trudging back to his room with a towel over his waist, he was never the type to bring his clothing nor lock his door with how many incidents people had with forgetting keys with only a towel around their chest or waist depending on the gender. Opening the door slowly, he walked to his drawer before pulling out a pair of regular denim jeans and tossing them on along with his boxers of course, tossing on a white collared shirt as if he was about to go to work. Buttoning the shirt half way up, he sighed and stopped. Half of the shirt was unbuttoned improperly, showing he was obviously a sloppy dresser, though it looked pretty normal for a dressing code for Valshe. Grabbing a pair of plain black sneakers, he shrugged his shoulders and pulled them on. The edges of his shirt draped over his jeans, obviously he didn't want to tuck it in so he just let it do that.

Stretching his arms in the air, he wasn't that forgetful though he usually did forget stuff easily, but this was something to remember obviously after thinking of it for a long time. Looking in the mirror, he began to comb his already dry hair, and leaved it undone instead of putting it into the tiny ponytail, people had said he looked a bit.. good with his hair down, though he had no clue if it was sarcasm or the truth, but he wasn't going to ask. Turning towards the door, he took a deep breathe to cool himself off, but quickly turned back around and sulked, walking over to his bag he reached in and grabbed his tooth brush and mouth wash. Obviously, his teeth where pearly white and breathe was minty fresh, but he just wanted to freshen up. Burshing his teeth without the water, he quickly found himself looking around desprately in the room was he forgot he needed to find a sink, quickly he ran out the door to the bathroom and spit out the stingy mouth wash and sighed, only to run back and grab his keys, lock the door, and start his way downstairs.

Really, Valshe had no care about his showing chest, it seemed Mail was getting to see that for the second time today if he could keep himself up from the stand. Turning towards the lobby, the inn's dining room wasn't to far as he slowly walked in it's direction, his hands stuffed in the pockets hidden under his half unbuttoned shirt as it raised up the slightest, taking a seat at the first table he saw which was a two person desk, he plopped down into the seat and found himself forcing himself away as he waited lazily for his 'date', Mapunzel the princess. Valshe was the prince of everyone's dreams, slightly sleep and nearly undressed from the waist up. As a waiter came near, he had to ask before his friend got there and noticed his sleepiness. "Hey, Ma'am, can you please get me some coffee?" he asked politely, the lady nodded with a smile and turned back around towards the back to go get his small order.

[Eiruna]

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Season: Fall l Time: Afternoon l Tag: Valshey l Notes: I luv luv luv the icon.

First day of being on Saffron Island was crazy, to say the least. By the time Mail arrived at his Cabin rental in Cumin District he was exhausted and ready to retire to his bedchamber. The cabin was large in size compared to most of the other homes in the district, being that Mail rented out one of the bigger and more expensive ones. He was used to staying in large houses and larger hotel suites and since the Inn had no available rooms, he had to find a decent 'vacation' home for the new few seasons. It wasn't as big as the mansion back home that he lived in with his parents but for Saffron, the cabin was one of the bigger ones. It had a nice woodsy feel which was different than the city and something Mail found himself more comfortable with. He always preferred peace and quiet more so than bright lights and loud noises from multiple cars, cafes, and other things. Mail's bedroom had a large window viewing the trees outside and he enjoyed gazing out through it and up at the starry night sky while falling asleep. Definitely a lot different than home.

Going to sleep was harder than usual for Mail. After all the excitement earlier, it was still on his mind. Even the crew men carrying his luggage and delivering it to his house while gawking at the size of the property silently murmured to themselves about it, trying to make sure Mail didn't hear. Well, he did. He heard every word they spoke and did his best to pretend that he didn't. They saw Mail getting water dumped on him, they saw the beach ball hitting him in the face, and most importantly... they heard Valshe calling Mail his boyfriend. That was the most popular topic as the men whispered about it behind Mail's back as he carried the lightest luggage, which they also made fun of. Mail discovered that people really just liked talking about him behind his back but he was strong enough to ignore it to the best of his will. Having alone time in his new temporary home never felt better afterwards. The comfort of his bed soothed him while thinking about the day and gazing at the stars, Mail thought about the things that happened today that he could have done without, but also found himself thankful for meeting Valshe. The guy flirted way too much and sort of embarrassed him but... in some twisted way, Mail liked it.

When Tuesday mid morning came, Mail got up and ready for the day. He usually woke up earlier but let himself sleep in at least a little since the boat ride was exhausting alone, not to mention what happened afterwards. Mail ironed an out right away for when he went out to dinner with Valshe, immediately remembering the whole deal and wanting to get his outfit ready first thing instead of doing it last second. Preparing a silk button up shirt with neatly folded collar and some black slacks, he made sure to keep the outfit professional but not too businessy since Mail knew he could be a bit more casual around Valshe. That and constantly dressing that way got uncomfortable. Mail spent the rest of the day by unpacking everything and neatly organizing the rooms. There were a few bedrooms, a few bathrooms, living room, kitchen, office... a lot of rooms, to sum it all up. Mail enjoyed decorating and tidying up things though and he didn't mind spending his day working on it. Since the cabin was just a rental, clean furniture was already in supply and it was all good enough quality for Mail not to complain.

Mail left early from the house, having his outfit neat and tidy. Over his shoulder was a one-strapped book bag containing his note binder, pencil, and his planner in case anything came up and if the two decided talking about the island, Mail could take notes. The walk from Cumin district to the inner town area was a long one but Mail planned it all right, leaving early so that he could take a nice scenic walk to enjoy himself while travelling. His legs hurt from all the walking and he couldn't wait to sit down. Coming up to the Inn, Mail rose a brow as he stared up at it. The building was very small compared to the hotels he stayed at... actually, had he not already been warned ahead of time about how things were here, he'd think it was a joke. However, Mail was smart enough to not expect such a big hotel on an island like this and took a deep breath. Alright, he needed to keep himself calm... this wasn't a date, nor was he actually a princess. Mail couldn't slip up and show any possible irritation or seem too friendly with this guy. He needed to be polite, rational, and nothing else.

Opening the door, Mail stepped inside and quietly closed it behind him. For such a casual dining area, Mail stuck out and was obviously not from the area, looking like a rich kid even with how he 'casually' dressed himself. Naturally he had that vibe about himself though. His eyes rested on Valshe right away and he smiled at him before quietly walking across the room. His shoes made a light click noise on the flooring and Mail knew that Valshe would probably notice him walking over right away. He wasn't exactly being quiet about it but not overly loud. All he knew was that his stomach was empty and Mail was ready to have something to eat. "Good afternoon, Valshe. I hope I didn't make you wait long." Mail greeted with the best 'warmness' he could give without actually being super warm. His eyes glanced at Valshe and saw how casually dressed the guy was-- from waist on up. Mail noticed things right away and his smile broadened. Now Mail felt like a goober for getting so dressed up when Valshe didn't. The young man looked a little tired but something about it made him think of a sleepy prince. "You look very nice." Mail politely complimented the man as he removed the book bag from his shoulder and neatly rested it on the floor beside his chair, "The Inn is cozy inside. I already feel at home here." Mail didn't exactly feel super at ease but he could sense the warm homey feeling the Inn had.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Fall // » Time « Afternoon // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « ---

Dream with my eyes open,
Sleep when I'm dead, Love who my hearts chosen, Conquer what lies ahead

Valshe rested his elbows on the table, putting his face into both his hands a bit tiresomely as he waited for that hot cup of coffee. Sniffing the air, he could smell it easily but it wasn't done since nothing was bring bought over in his direction yet, shrugging on the inside, he didn't mind the fact he was waiting for so long and might as well just put his face on the table and take a six second nap before princess came in. Staring off at the waiter who was helping him at the time, she skid back with her feet barely lifting off the floor, her face dyed red as she placed the cup full to the brim with steaming coffee. "Thank you, I'll need a menu to." he added calmly to the lady as her face burned even bright before turning away and walking back towards the counter, a little 'buckle' held a few of the menu's or whatever people called them now days.

Of course, Valshe had expected Princess Mapunzel to be a little early as the steps of feet clicking sounded in his ears, making him turn around only a little bit fully to see him walking his way, turning back he slowly grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip. The hot liquid burned down his throat, a tiny whimper was heard through out the whole place but Valshe put his best act on, and pretended it was the guy not to far away by looking normal, of course as Mapunzel sat down, the waitress rushed back with them in her hands, nearly tripping over her feet as she nearly would've knocked Valshe over. Looking over at the complimenting and flirt in training princess, he smirked brightly. "Why thank you, you look nicer however." he added, not really thinking Valshe looked good as he had proclaimed, though he didn't believe the man was being sarcastic either. As the waitress put menu's down, Valshe raised an eyebrow at her as she bowed her head slightly, about to turn around. "Thank you again." he added slowly, her face only turned red again, but it had been that way the whole time as she traveled back without saying a word. Her hair in a messy ponytail, swishing in the air as she did.

Turning back to the princess he nodded before leaning on the table a little bit. "The place is a bit like home in the kitchen, but in your own room it's really devastating." he added, taking another small sip from the cup in front of him before taking a small sigh out loud, the liquid still hot but a little colder than before. It didn't burn his throat as bad luckily, he just hoped nothing happened that caused it to fly all over his clothes. But since he was at home, he could just run upstairs and change really fast. Looking back at him, his hands cupped around his cup, the heat traveling into his hands and playing warmth there to keep him from being any colder, he smiled softly at the young man. "Is there anything you want to talk about in all? I know you're here for your business, so if you have anymore questions you wanted to ask you can." he added, remembering yesterday when they had talked a little bit after being asked a few questions about the island. Of course, it was only if he wanted to learn a little more about the island, honestly he was fine with whatever he wanted to do.

[Eiruna]

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Season: Fall l Time: Afternoon l Tag: Valshey l Notes: WHERE IS THY CAVIAR ON THY MENU!?

Upon sitting down, Mail was glad to finally be able to rest and relax while enjoying some food. His posture stayed straight up against the back of his chair as he got himself situated before scooting it in closer to the table. The room was warm and comforting after being out in the colder air for so long. Though, Mail wasn't used to being in such small buildings as this. Even if Rosemary Inn wasn't petite it still wasn't that big compared to what he was used to. Valshe's compliment made Mail smile a little more at the man, glad that Valshe found him to at least look nice since Mail put a lot of effort into getting ready. Ironing clothes and pressing wrinkles out wasn't something that could be done within five minutes. "Thank you." He simply responded to him right before the waitress came, being a little clumsy which Mail had noticed. The woman nearly knocked Valshe over and his brow rose at the woman briefly before he just looked down at the menu placed before them. He, however, didn't thank the woman for bringing them over. Wasn't she supposed to anyway? Not like he was going to thank her for doing her job.

Opening up the menu, Mail began going over everything and nodded as Valshe spoke. There weren't specifically certain things he wanted to talk about but he did have a planned idea of what to bring up. Mostly stuff about the islands, what the island was like, activities that went on, stuff like that. In a way it was sort of like an Interview. "I do have some questions that I'd like to ask, but first we can catch up on things. Probing you for answers right away would be impolite of me." Mail told Valshe, his 'kind' smile beaming at Valshe before raising the menu and hiding his face. Not on purpose but it was how Mail happened to hold it while opening it up. There weren't hundreds of options and everything sounded sort of basic with no fancy names. Honestly, it was the simplest menu he'd ever seen. Turkey sandwich, ham and cheese sandwich, chicken noodle soup... a lot of others, but also just rather simple. Mail didn't know what to pick and he didn't see Caviar on the menu, though he stubbornly kept looking for it.

Continuing to look, Mail found himself almost annoyed by the fact that no Caviar was on the menu. What kind of restaurant didn't have Caviar? It was a wonderful food that any proper person would gladly eat! Since this was an island, he assumed there'd be more seafood. Things such as Smoked Salmon didn't cut it for him. Briefly bending down, Mail took out a notepad from his bookbag and held it down on the table as he set the menu down as well. Clicking his pen, he began writing something down on the notepad and taking notes on the menu. Foods, common. Drinks, common. Cheap prices. "Hmmm." Mail murmured while writing, obviously having something on his mind while writing. It took only a few more seconds before he placed the pen down and looked over at Valshe with a curious gaze. "Are there any specials not on the menu? I couldn't find Caviar anywhere." Mail finally said, hinting that he really wanted his Caviar. Even if he looked calm, his tone of voice suggested he was sort of expecting Valshe to say that it was a special request. There was also a bit of a vibe that if Valshe said no, Mail might even get a bit annoyed, which was confusing considering his smile and calm expression. "If not, I will order whatever you suggest," Though he'd prefer eating his damn Caviar.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Fall // » Time « Afternoon // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « IN THY OCEAN!

Dream with my eyes open,
Sleep when I'm dead, Love who my hearts chosen, Conquer what lies ahead

Nodding his head as he proclaimed the rudeness of asking questions right away, his smirk just grew doubled for some reason as he took a breath. One hand slipping away from his coffee mug and opening the menu, the Menu just laying on the table with a finger holding it down to keep the flap down, he scanned the pages as he looked. Scanning through as he read the daily menu, he usually tried to get something different every day despite being here for quite awhile, he pretty much ate most of the food on the menu. Though they added new things about every season, a few new foods came in around the thirteenth of every season, while in winter they usually learned a few extras. Staring at the options, he found himself lifting the mug and taking another drink, his eyes still focusing on the menu as some of the steam bounced into his eyes a little bit. Placing it down, a little thud was sounded as the coffee swished around a little.

Raising an eyebrow as he looked up at Mail, it was obvious he wasn't used to this type of food style. This inn had never exactly even heard the word Caviar. Valshe wasn't very fond of them for some reason while everyone else fantasized over their flavor, Valshe spit them out and nearly gagged himself. "Caviar..? Maybe they can make it though." he spoke a little uncertain and quietly, nearly a mumble. Raising his head, he scooted his chair back the slightest as he raised his head to look for the waitress. When the lady came in sight, he waved his hand for her wildly. "Waitress!" he yelled for her, as if she was some type of date for the two, and Valshe was the third wheel or something. She turned around and slowly trotted her way, her face a deep red as she looked towards Valshe with a slight frown, he could easily see her biting her lips. She was either to shy to speak, or refused to speak. Maybe a Mime? "Is Caviar even on the menu?" he asked a little quietly, as if she would laugh at him. Instead, she just blinked and held up her index finger, running back to the counter to ask before she ran back. Obviously she had a voice, but didn't feel very comfortable. What was wrong with her.. Her head shaked a bit as she buried her head a little low as if she was about to cry or something. "That's okay, say, do you work here often?" he smiled, turning up at her as she continued to stare at her. Obviously, he had not learned his lesson at the beach.

Staring up at her with a smile, he nodded towards his cup of coffee. "As I was going to say, Mapunzel, I guess they don't have Caviar. But the specials..." looking back up to the lazy as she slightly flinched back, her eyes resting back on Valshe but quickly turned away and stared over at Mail, She suddenly looked over his shoulder and circled the specials, obviously it was mostly the chicken, salmon, and salad stuff. Of course it was usually that stuff, though there wasn't really anything that 'special' about them. "By the way, can I get another cup of coffee. And anything he wants." he smiled, gesturing a hand, well a sleeve really, over to his companion as he picked his mug back up, cupping it with both his hands and taking a small sip, putting the mug nearly all the coffee, which made him fight to get the rest as he was nearly leaning his neck over the edge of his seat now.

[Eiruna]

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Season: Fall l Time: Afternoon l Tag: Valshey l Notes: Last paragraph was oddly fun to type XD

As Valshe yelled for the waitress, Mail suddenly had the urge to just shake off the whole topic. "It's not a big deal..." He murmured but it was already too late and the lady came over. Oh great, now Mail was going to come off as a total rich snob. Who came to a cozy home-town Inn asking if there was Caviar or not? It didn't seem like a bad thing to ask at first but now he was regretting it. Mail's eye twitched a tiny bit as Valshe asked, detecting that even he wasn't very comfortable asking. It annoyed him a little, like it was embarrassing to talk about, which it kind of was but that didn't prevent Mail from feeling annoyance inside. The woman wasn't even saying anything and it made Mail feel extremely uncomfortable. He kept himself composed and brought his menu back up, hiding his face somewhat with it as he read over everything again. Well, they didn't have Caviar and any kind of foods Mail normally ate probably weren't served here. He needed to be blend with the commoners more and this island was forcing him to do just that. Just what he wanted to do, lower his standards in life. Yippee.

Seeing the waitress circle their specials, from behind the menu Mail's nose wrinkled. Seriously? Those weren't even special! Hell, he could order his maid to make one of this in five minutes. Good grief. Luckily Valshe couldn't see the nose scrunching up since it was hidden by his menu and he managed to get rid of it as he tried reminding himself that he should be thankful for any kind of food here. "No Caviar... that's fine." He answered smoothly, "I'll just order something off the menu." If the specials were more unique, Mail would try one of them from the list but they just didn't appeal to him at all. Now he didn't know what to order and if Valshe asked for a meal that sounded decent he'd probably just get the same. Settling is what he had to do now. Coffee didn't sound good to him at all-- he hated coffee- but something warm sounded good at the same time. Lowering his menu, Mail's smile became almost cold at the girl as he gazed at her. "Pumpkin spice tea would be lovely. Do you serve that here?" Mail asked, his eyes staring right into her's as he silently hoped that they had at least that.

Mail's eyes shifted over at Valshe as he somewhat studied his appearance. He didn't make it to obvious what he was doing but Mail was silently begging for the guy not to flirt. There wasn't a definite reason as to why but he really just didn't want him to. He didn't want the girl to get ideas, nor did he want her to start bugging them while they ate or stare at them the entire time. Mail knew very well that Valshe was just naturally a flirt which made him even more hopeful that the guy wouldn't. Having a woman being nosy in their conversation and lurking about would tick Mail off-- he wanted Valshe to himself right now. Sure, they were pretty much just two newly met men having some food together while discussing matters, but that didn't change Mail's possessive nature. He wanted Valshe's focus on him and not the waitress. Valshe was Mail's as of now until he left.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Fall // » Time « Afternoon // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « IN THY OCEAN!

Dream with my eyes open,
Sleep when I'm dead, Love who my hearts chosen, Conquer what lies ahead

Looking back over at Mail, he shrugged his shoulders a little casually. "This place is more of a common everyday place for most people, not much other than those simple foods." he added, his eyes glaring into Mail's, even though he wasn't even turned around one might of confused how he looked to be a bit cold and bitter, though inside he was smiling. But Valshe was trying to be serious, and obviously when Valshe was serious he looked cold and mean as most people said before putting on a dramatic act around him. Looking back at the girl, his smile turning soft again as he looked at her happily. "So, is this your first day?" he asked a bit, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back the slightest as he looked at her a bit curiously, she only shook her head before turning back to Mail as he began to speak himself. "Y-Yes we do.." she added before turning towards Valshe and grabbing his mug slowly, her face still buried underneath her shoulders nearly, they seemed to be pressed higher than they were supposed to be, an obvious sign of shyness... Cute. "Lay off the sugar, you put a bit to much in last time." he added bluntly, not exactly meaning it. The Sugar was a tad over done, but other than that it was good the last time. Quickly she begun walking away.

Peering over at Mail, his smile increased the slightest before looking down at his shirt. Shrugging his shoulders before looking back up, he slowly begun to button it up, his head down looking at the buttons and slits that held them, he refused to look up but began to speak anyways. "Hows life treating you here so far?" he added, continuing up and almost getting to the very top button. As it slipped through, he let his hands slouch back onto the table, clicking the table top with his fingers light, resting on his hand with his other palm as he turned his head a little to the side as if he was about to take a nap. Obviously Valshe was beat, he needed to sleep that night or he'd be dead in the morning and lose his regular sleeping schedule. He didn't want to stay up all night and sleep all day. Like anyone would be up in those hours like that, that wasn't right for him. Plus he was told it kept brains healthy at that, taking a deep breathe as he let a tiny moan escape from his lips, he continued to look over at Mapunzel.

Suddenly the woman came back, the two drinks literally clanking against each other as she jogged over there nervously, he was surprised she hadn't fell yet with how she was running. Quickly planting the two cups on the table, they didn't spill luckily. Grabbing the mug that was obviously coffee, he took a tiny sip only to taste... well, bitterness. There wasn't even any sugar in it. As she began to turn around, Valshe lightly grabbed her wrist, not cause he was rude but having to call her 'waiter' was more rude than grabbing someone in his own perspective. "Would you drink bitter coffee my dear?" he questioned, putting her into his own shoes. Show quickly shook her red face a little bit. "Than can you please add some to mine?" he added, holding the mug out to her with his free hand, she slowly took it only to run back. Valshe sat back down, seeing he had basically almost tossed his chair backwards in the act, and shook his head lightly as he waited for his coffee to return, or for Mail to speak up.

[Eiruna]

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Season: Fall l Time: Afternoon l Tag: Valshey l Notes:

Watching Valshe start to button up his shirt, Mail felt the slightest bit of odd discomfort in his stomach and very quietly cleared his throat, his eyes lifting to look elsewhere instead of staring at the young man from across the table fixing his shirt up. At least he didn't have to worry about accidentally staring at some guy's bare chest... that was a nice thing to be certain of now. His notes and pen resting to the side, Mail made sure to have it all handy for when he got down to matters involving information he needed. "It has been alright. I settled at my rental last night... cozy and small, but it will do for now." Mail explained, though for an average person his cabin wouldn't exactly be called 'small'. Actually, it was pretty big for a Saffron home but Mail had visited larger houses, therefor in size it was just okay. He could have done with bigger since Mail was a very materialistic person and had tons and tons of belongings but he still liked where the cabin was located and the comfy-ness inside. "Very quiet, Cumin District. Living in the city my whole life made me familiar with the sounds of cars and music at night time... the silence was very strange." Mail admitted quietly, his eyes glaring down at the table in thought. Actually, this entire island was different than what he was used to. It was like an entirely different world.

The woman came back to their table with drinks, Valshe's coffee and Mail's tea. The warm steam coming from the mug looked welcoming and Mail elegantly took the mug by its handle, lifting it up and quietly blowing over the top. Something about the waitress annoyed him, finding the shy clumsiness to be obnoxious since he preferred his obedient, perfect waiters that brought everything out swiftly without any form of hesitance. Mail's smile only slightly remained as Valshe spoke with her, somewhat glaring but not to the point of it being extremely noticeable. Was this guy nice to everyone he met? The woman almost dumped their drinks all over the place, yet he was still being kind. As she left with Valshe's, Mail curiously gazed at Valshe before taking a small sip of his tea. Not bad, not wonderful, but he could tolerate it. "Any upcoming activities at Saffron? Every place has its own festivities. I am interested in what you people do here year-around." Mail decided to ask this since what the people celebrated here could make a different in how the resort worked and could maybe even go towards special things that the resort specifically did here. It'd draw more people in which meant more money.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Fall // » Time « Afternoon // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « ---

Dream with my eyes open,
Sleep when I'm dead, Love who my hearts chosen, Conquer what lies ahead

As the last button popped in, he looked up without moving his head at the young man, Mapunzel, with a large smile on his face obviously. Letting his fingers hold the edge of the table, he continued to look at Mail's red eyes as if in deep awe, though he pretty much was. He just wasn't going to show it yet since that was a bit to much for Mapunzel probably, taking a deep breathe, he found himself leaning onto the table, his cheek slightly slunched against his fist, showing a more childish facial feature and a 'cute' and 'adorable' little chubby cheek fashion, though he wasn't going to say anything about anyone finding that cute since it was mostly his mother who would burst out and giggle over it. "Cumin district is pretty quiet most of the time, but it's easy to get used to, but also really annoying if you hate the quiet for a long period of time." he nodded a bit solemnly to himself, it was obvious actually. The place was really quiet and Valshe did enjoy quietness of course. He wanted to move out from the inn soon before he killed himself going up the stairs to get to the bathroom, and down nearly breaking his neck like a twig. The thought just scared him greatly, breaking your neck. What a way to die..

Continuing to look at the lady before she turned to run off with his mug, he watched Mail out of the corner of his eyes. He was obviously not that stupid, he had seen the tiny glares the man had given the lady. Either he just wasn't the type of guy to like women, or just didn't like the sight of her. She was cute though.. Bending over the back of his chair, the chair legs slightly lifted up as if he was about to slide backwards and hit his head on the chair right behind him, he slowly grabbed the table in front of him and grabbed the chair behind him. Valshe was taught to never leave a table when someone was there with you, so he literally never left the table unless it was the bathroom, of course. Pulling the chair to the side of the table, he propped his feet on it, not really minding the fact he might of been improper and setting a horrible first example for the man, leaning back casually in his chair with his arms propped up behind his neck, he closed both his eyes and day dreamed, but not to a large extent due to the fact he didn't want to fall asleep. Peering one eye open at the man as he spoke, a small smile rose as he began to speak, "We have loads of festivals, a good bunch of them every season. It's a large attraction here and tradition I think? Though it's fun for everyone, families, couples, kids, adults, teenagers, whatever you want to say. Though you may find drama between some of them." he finished with a tiny tilt of the head, closing his eyes back again.

Sniffing the air quietly, he opened his eyes to see his coffee rejoicing happily, the brown headed lady coming like the deepest red cherry as always with the mug in her hands, she carefully set it down before bowing, her hands following down. She must've been new, or just deathly shy because she ran off after bowing. "Aaaand we strike interest." he muttered quietly to himself before grinning ear to ear at Mail. "Anything strike yours?"

[Eiruna]

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Season: Fall l Time: Afternoon l Tag: Valshey l Notes: The adorable prince Valshe! <3

Trying to keep his eyes fixated on looking at some dining area decorations, Mail did his best to focus on something-- anything-- that wasn't Valshe's chest area. It was difficult to understand, though Mail wasn't trying to put much thought into it and keep most 'emotional' matters at the back of his head, but he found himself feeling weird about little things that he really shouldn't put much thought into. Guys always randomly tore their shirts off and walked around bare-chested, so why was Mail trying his hardest not to look at Valshe with only a partially exposed chest? It shouldn't be something for him to get weird over, right? Thing is, Mail just felt a warmth coming against his face whenever thinking about it. His eyes trailed back to Valshe and his eyes somewhat widened upon the man's rather adorable sitting position at the table. Mail's smile broadened and looked sincere, something that was rare, and he felt a bit of a laugh trying to build up but he managed to keep it bottled in. "You are right, anyone who likes nosier settings wouldn't fancy Cumin District." Mail agreed with slight happiness in his voice, gazing at Valshe in admiration before narrowing his eyes and looking down as he took another sip of his tea. "My parents raised me to adapt easily so I don't mind it..." The hint of happiness left his voice the second time of speaking, his hallowed eyes remaining on the table as the mug gently rested against his lips.

Mail took small, slow sips of his tea since he didn't want it to run out soon and the liquid was very warm. Hot enough to burn your tongue if you took a big sip, honestly. As a child Mail accidentally did it often and would end up crying for a minute about his throbbing mouth but he knew better now. Whenever his mother laughed at him for it and didn't comfort him, Mail felt like an huge idiot and ended up working out of the habit on his own. He noticed Valshe getting quite comfortable, pulling up another chair and chilling like he lived here-- which he did. It was very casual, something Mail could never do. He was like the proper businessman, sitting with a stiff, up-right posture that high-class parents dreamed of their children always staying in. Valshe looked so much more comfortable and at ease than Mail did but he himself was used to not feeling very relaxed, silently worrying of presenting himself poorly. Valshe was very lucky to not have such concerns. As he spoke of the festivals, Mail had set his mug down and was quietly writing notes down on paper. "Ah, so this island is very family oriented." He murmured, still writing with his pen in neat cursive. Finding drama in life wasn't that hard. Even for mellow Mail he was still surrounded by it. Drama was one of those things that somehow surfaced. "That is always... good." Mail added a bit louder, sounding like his focus was in his note-taking more so than conversation, but he made sure to give a polite gaze at Valshe. The idea of families happily running around at festivals annoyed him-- hopefully Valshe wouldn't get that vibe through the fake gaze of Mail's.

The waitress came back with Valshe's coffee and Mail tried to not look at her. He predicted her to be blushing even brighter, holding the mug in a cute manner before shyly scurrying away-- very annoying, to Mail at least. He didn't care that she was an attractive woman and he had no interest in 'checking her out' or humoring her in any way. He took a bit bigger of a sip in irritation while playing a calm expression to hide any aura of him being bugged. Mail only vaguely heard Valshe speak and was snapped back into reality when his voice rose to ask Mail a question. His mug quietly was placed back onto the table and he folded his hands over his lap under the table. "Strike interest, you ask?" Mail pondered as though the question was uncommon for him. No one gave a hoot what he liked or cared about and it was odd to have someone asking him. Mail didn't know how to answer and what way would be best for him to answer the question. "Well..." Mail murmured, his voice trailing off. What if Valshe made fun of him? What if he answered completely wrong and got teased for it? Valshe wasn't mean at all, actually he was a really nice guy, but Mail still found himself silently panicking. Looking like a fool always horrified him and made him want to crawl under a rock. "I suppose traveling is nice. Getting to see new places... taking notes, studying while expanding knowledge of a wide range of topics."

Mail's interest, frankly, weren't really those. They were things he was expected to do, things his family encouraged while shunning almost anything else. They weren't accepting of much and held their son to high standards. His smile became cold as he thought of it all, almost being afraid of saying the things he actually enjoyed because no one before approved or supported them. "You could say I am a perfect studious son to my parents and a reliable worker among employees of a business." He concluded in a voice nearly void of emotion as his defense mechanism went up, preventing Mail from letting any information about his real self-- who he really wanted to be inside and out-- from escaping. It was practically a mystery to even him. Never exploring hobbies to see what he enjoyed made it hard for Mail to even really know himself. All that he felt he knew was what his parents brought him up to be. "However, I would rather discuss the interests that you have, Valshe. They are most likely far more interesting than mine." Mail's smile almost trembled down, guilt eating him up for not opening to this young man more. He really did want to trust Valshe but couldn't bring himself to do it yet. Valshe seemed like the exact opposite of him... carefree, happy, friendly, warm. Why the heck was someone like Valshe hanging out with such a cold, shielded person like Mail? He didn't feel like he deserved to be in Valshe's presence.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Fall // » Time « Afternoon // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « ---

Dream with my eyes open,
Sleep when I'm dead, Love who my hearts chosen, Conquer what lies ahead

Looking up at him, his hands casually playing with the back of his blonde hair as his arms kept his head propped a little slanted back, Mapunzel 'talked' about the family oriented families, he shook his head silently. The festivals weren't only full of families actually, mostly friends and couples, or just people alone came. Most parents who had kids on Saffron believed the festivals were to early for them because of how much drama was cycled in them, though Valshe didn't blame the parents. The festival would most likely be a horrible example for the children, causing them to most likely grow up to be little hellions. At least, that's what some of the teachers used to call that one kid from his childhood that he vaguely remember, of course Valshe knew better than to get that title or his father would seek to the belts racked up in the closet. "I guess you can say that." he muttered quietly out of his thoughts, not exactly realizing it and not exactly caring either as he slowly tossed his leg over his other one.

While Valshe was deathly comfortable, he easily noticed how Mapunzel kept his status, professional and cool. That was rather adorable, but maybe just didn't want to appear unprofessional since he was here for a business was it? Valshe was most likely some doofus who looked like an irresponsible person for how he sat, but Valshe did this on a normal basis. Well, not exactly, he just thought that it was more comfortable while others thought he was trying to impress the waiters. Though it was awkward since he had been dared by a friend when he was a little younger, nineteen almost twenty, he was dared to close his eyes and act cooly to the waitress, so he closed his eyes and when he heard his friend order he began to flirt casually, only to open his eyes and see it was a man. Damn that was embarrassing, he didn't even know he was blushing brightly right in front of Mapunzel as he begun to think of the scene, trying to hide the fact he was blushing now, he tried to shake the thought and turned towards Mapunzel. "Oh you do? That's interesting." he smiled brightly at the man, one of his legs falling off the chair and thunking the floor lightly while his other continued to sit on the chair. "I've been on this island so long I find it hard to want to travel away. I used to love the thought of traveling everywhere in the world until I got here." he frowned quietly to himself, he didn't mind the fact he was on the island, but he had loved the thought of traveling across the world and meeting a special someone someday..

Continuing to listen to Mapunzel, he found himself blinking quietly to himself. His ears filling with information a little more, he nodded to show he was listening with full interest in the conversation. Valshe wasn't the type to ignore someone or show disinterest since anything would perk his interest, though he usually kept to himself in most of the conversations unless he was spoke to about something. As he heard his name and the interest question basically popping back at him from Mapunzel, just in a different statement form instead of a question, he sat up a little bit but didn't loose the look as if he was comfortable, which he still was. "Well.. I can't say my interests are much better than yours." he blinked as he pondered what was worth sharing to the young man. Valshe lived in a large house back in the city, bigger than most as if they where the presidents and it shot to the sky nearly. His family was rich and forbid him from doing most things due to the fact it meant they would have a bad reputation. "My father raised me to be more of a gentleman and free to my own decisions while my mother told me to do whatever I wanted." he spoke a little slowly, he was getting to the interests parts but he was just trying to share about his two parents he loved, well his father was a different story. He always got on Valshe's nerves and Valshe wasn't exactly afraid to admit it, on a regular basis he would get a spanking from his father which wasn't something to brag about really. "I guess my interests would have to be singing, and to most people flirting. And um..." he took a deep breathe, trying to sound a little professional which was just making him sound like a huge doofus. Sighing, he put a little bit of a sad face on, he had never thought of anything that interested him since his father always limited things he could do. "I'm... Sorry, I really can't say correctly.." he let both his arms cross across his chest, while one begun to push his bangs behind his head only for them to fall smoothly again. Now he felt like an absolute idiot, he only could say singing and flirting, what kind of person didn't know their own interests?...

[Eiruna]

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Season: Fall l Time: Afternoon l Tag: Valshey l Notes: Gasp they have something in common-- neither knows their true interests!

The two men sitting across from each other definitely had a different aura around themselves, Mail looking to be professional and right to business with Valshe looking comfortable, relaxed, and casual. It didn't take a lot of thinking or observing to know that the scene was a little strange but even with how Mail kept himself sitting properly with his notes and all, he did feel a little bite more at ease with Valshe than he would with another person sitting at the table for discussion. Mail didn't make it too obvious but he did frequently find himself wanting to smile more kindly at the boy as he watched how he sat and spoke. Why was it so... charming to him? In a way, it made him think of the last time they spoke, when Valshe called Mail his Mapunzel and Mail decided that he'd call him Valshe Charming. Right now, the guy really was being a Valshe Charming, and it wasn't very often when Mail thought of someone like this. His hands left their neat fold over his lap and lightly curled around the holder of his cup, lifting it and daintily taking sips. If Mail couldn't keep himself composed so well, he'd probably be giving more shy gazes at Valshe, whether they were intentional or not.

As Mail listened to Valshe, he didn't make a single sound and was very quiet. He wanted to hear everything this man said and didn't want to look at all uninterested or distracted. Hearing that Valshe used to travel before coming here obviously made Mail more interested as his eyes widened a little bit. "You used to travel before coming to this island?" Mail asked, not sounding too surprised by showing obvious curiosity in the idea. Valshe did have that 'city-like' friendliness about him, but he had the impression that this man hadn't really traveled that much before coming here. "That's interesting. The world is big place outside of Saffron." He added with a softer smile. If it weren't for Valshe moving to Saffron, the chances of them ever meeting would have been deathly slim. Barely possible unless if fate somehow brought them together some other way. "Where did you used to live before arriving here, if you don't mind me asking." Mail questioned but afterwards wondering if he had stepped over the border by asking such a personal question. After all, he didn't want to get too emotionally attached to anyone...

Feeling that his tea was already starting to get cold and a little low, Mail lowered his cup to briefly look down at it. Well, that was fast... maybe the few big sips he took as the waitress came over for another round made his drink disappear faster. That, and they hadn't ordered their food yet so Mail was hungrier and drinking his tea faster than usual. Of course, he didn't mind waiting. In all honesty he thought it was rude when waiting service tried getting your order the moment you walked into the door-- it felt like they were trying to get you out as soon as possible. Mail preferred enjoying his peace and quiet rather than trying to get rushed out the door. Listening as Valshe spoke of his parents, Mail somewhat bit on his lower lip. Parents... hrm. They were okay. He didn't really fancy his own but was forced to always respect their decisions and position in life. His parents were never the warm, loving type and Mail wasn't that bonded with either of them. "Your parents must be lovely people." He murmured quietly, his eyes narrowing at the table. They must have not been too bad since they raised an outgoing person like Valshe, anyway. He doubted that Valshe's parents were extremely abusive to him while growing up-- if they were, Mail would be surprised.

Mail almost smirked after Valshe talked of his interests. They were practically in the same boat, not really knowing the things that they enjoyed. At least Valshe was being honest, unlike Mail. "No, it's fine. Not everyone can be certain of their passions... perhaps someday, you will discover something that appeals to you that you wish to pursue." He answered calmly. With how enthusiastic Valshe seemed, to Mail at least, he was sure that the guy would end up exploring different things later on and eventually find his calling. His hands remained holding his cup, not making much eye contact with Valshe at the moment as though he were pondering something quietly. "There is more to a person than what meets the eye. More often than not, it takes time to slowly unravel each shell to reveal their true selves." Mail added quietly, studying the details of the cup's painted work. If there was anything Mail knew, each person had something hidden deep within them... it could be good, or bad. It made trusting people a lot harder, knowing that they could end up being someone different.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Fall // » Time « Afternoon // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « ---

Dream with my eyes open,
Sleep when I'm dead, Love who my hearts chosen, Conquer what lies ahead

Shaking his head quietly. "Sadly not, it was only a dream for me." he sighed quietly, it was a huge dream. Like his number one ambition in life, but than he came to Saffron. He didn't remember exactly why other than that one girl, her name was gone, her face was gone. He only remembered he came to this island because of her. If it wasn't for her, he would've traveled around the world all his life. And if it wasn't for her, he wouldn't of met Mapunzel, which made this whole thing a good thing. A tiny smile peered over his face as he thought of it. He was glad he came to Saffron, he got to meet a nice man, at least so far. Looking back over at him when he asked about his city, he took a tiny breathe, his heart pumping anxiously. Really, nothing was nervous about where he lived, but it was the fact his father had a reputation there in a good way, but he talked as a mean man behind his back. "I lived in New York, but we moved to some city, I don't exactly know the name of it exactly." he sighed, ruffling his own hair a bit disappointed in himself for not knowing such easy information, if he had known the real answer itself, he would've admitted it quickly and easily. He had no care about telling off where he lived other than the fact, it frightened him to know some people might know his father.

Raising a brow as he slowly watched him drink his own tea, he found himself smiling softly, resting his cheeks into his hands yet again, watching the waitresses behind the counter and the manager rumble around, flipping food into the air only to catch it again. Valshe's ears perked at Mapunzel's next choice of words made Valshe nearly jump out of his skin as he found himself shaking his head quickly. "No." He said dryly and bitterly, a 'new' side of Valshe was showing one might say. Valshe was raised a well life one might say, but Valshe considered it hell around his father, he didn't mind his mother much cause she was loving and supportive, helped Valshe out every season with a hundred dollars, but in winter it was more depending on her Christmasy spirit. Hell, his father wouldn't even be that caring to his son, he always showed an angry frown around his son, saying he was a real hellion and needed manners only made Valshe laugh dryly at Mapunzel's 'compliment' even more. "My mother is the only exception in that whole sentence. he added with a certain anger showing greatly as he forcefully softened his features before Mapunzel knew him as the angry man who got mad over a simple talk of parents.

Cupping his hands around the mug smugly as Mapunzel talked about the interests comment, he nodded slowly before taking a breathe as if anxious to drink the coffee, he slowly brought it to his face, closing his eyes to keep the steam from blowing in there, slowly securing his lips around the rim, he slowly bent his head backwards, hoping not for a huge rush of the still hot-but-almost-cold liquid. Taking a sip, he felt the coffee go down his throat and a really gross taste planted. Blinking as he pulled away and looked into the cup at the coffee and a really white cream, staring at it with a raised brow, it than hit him after remembering the disgusting taste. He suddenly found himself falling backwards out of his chair, the mug flying out of his hands behind him, landing right behind the table that sat behind him. Coughing a bit loudly, his reaction was slower than ever. It was a trait he always had, he might eat the most disgusting thing in the fridge and look casual for the first minute, but than he'd flip out after a whole minute. In this situation, he was perfectly fine for the first thirty seconds before the disgusting combination caught up with him and he nearly died on the floor, coughing like he was deathly ill. Which he believed he may of been dying from that gross... gross... combination called 'coffee'.

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Season: Fall l Time: Afternoon l Tag: Valshey l Notes: THE COFFEE WAS POISONED WITH CREAM

New York? No wonder Valshe had that 'charm' about him. A lot of business people Mail met that were from New York sort of had a pleasing atmosphere around them, like they were comfortable with the socializing scene and knew how to get along. Of course, none were that intriguing to him since people were generally the same to Mail-- except for Valshe. It almost bugged him how he couldn't place his finger on what it was but instead of sitting and wondering about it, he just smiled and nodded as the young man spoke. "Oh, I see. I heard New York is a nice place. My father does business there frequently." Mail replied but before talking any more, he caught his tongue. If he kept talking so personally about things, he'd end up accidentally implying his real reason for being at Saffron, which he really didn't want at the time. Mail didn't need Valshe to know that he might be the reason for a resort being planted right on the island-- he knew it wouldn't be popular for the locals, especially those who were more traditional and didn't like new things. Though Valshe didn't seem like one of those people, he knew very well that Valshe would get the impression that Mail was being fake around him and not want to have anything to do with him. Oddly, that sort of scared Mail so he had to try even harder not to let the man find out.

Mail's eyes curiously blinked at Valshe, sensing the bitterness from him that had to do with his parents. Accidentally, a smirk spread over his lips as though he had confirmed something and almost knew for certain that Valshe was going to respond that way. He didn't comment any further on the topic but Mail obviously had something answered in his mind from what Valshe said. Gradually, Mail was learning more about this Valshe character and it was starting to amuse him as he watched the story unravel. While Valshe didn't really know that much about Mail yet, Mail already was starting to get a good grasp on what Valshe was like. This sort of thing was common, for Mail held back while figuring out the depths of the other person. The best part of this game was that no one ever noticed Mail not really opening up himself-- it was the perfect game that he always won. No person came along and called him out on it, or finally saw through Mail's facade of polite coldness. If it ever did happen, Mail would be utterly speechless, for no person ever saw right into him.

What happened next was something Mail didn't see happening. One second, they were chatting with one another, the next.... Valshe fell right out of his chair and onto the ground. Mail sat with an extremely confused stare right across the table, his eyes wide and his mouth partially opened. His once 'proper' expression was completely wiped away, now being replaced with the most emotional expression Mail ever wore in a long time. "Valshe...?" He asked in a light, almost fearful voice, his mind trying to catch up to what had just played in front of him. The guy was perfectly fine a second ago! What the hell!? Standing up, the chair almost fell over from how fast Mail moved and he rushed to Valshe's side. Kneeing down, he didn't even care about the thought of the dining area floor being dirty, and his hands nudged Valshe's shoulder. "H-hey, get up! What's wrong with you!?" He snapped, his voice very clear of frustration and fright that the boy might have suddenly fallen ill or even died-- no one could die that fast though, right? Right!? Mail felt himself panic inside, worrying over some guy that he didn't even know for a week yet, like the world was going to end if Valshe didn't sit back up. His eyes teared in frustration and suddenly, he shot a furious glare in the direction of the waitress. "Y-YOU POISONED HIM! GET OVER HERE!" Mail nearly shouted and for the first time since he could remember, was unable to contain his emotions inside. In fact, he was about ready to go in tackle that waitress to the floor if she didn't act quick enough and get her booty right over here.

[PandyChan]

» Season « Fall // » Time « Afternoon // » Tags « Mail // » Notes « ---

Dream with my eyes open,
Sleep when I'm dead, Love who my hearts chosen, Conquer what lies ahead

Feeling his breathe harden as he felt himself gasping for breathe between coughs, one might say he looked as if he was playing an act even though he was being very realistic. It was rather hard for him to breathe with how much he was coughing his air out. He wasn't surprised he lost most of the air with how hard it was to get one peep of air into his throat without it being coughed out. His legs dangled helplessly over his seat while he was in the process of covering his mouth with his hands. His coughing literally did make it feel like he was coughing up his lungs however, and he felt like he might lose his voice if he didn't stop soon. But his coughing only continued. His eyes squeezed shut helplessly, trying to keep calm and stop all the coughing, the disgusting and sour taste stayed in his throat like a disease that couldn't be cured. Hearing the sound of footsteps nearing him, he continued to cough even harder. As he felt his shoulders being nudged, he clutched his cheeks tighter to keep from coughing all over Mapunzel.

As he 'worryingly' began to ask him what was wrong, Valshe opened his eye only an inch and looked at him a bit questionably. While he sounded the slightest worried, he looked as if he wanted to punch Valshe in the face. Seeing him turn in the waitress's directions, he found himself trying to peer over the side to look at him but failed to do so since his eyes only squeezed back shut and his fingers cupped around his mouth tighter to keep from coughing in the air. Mostly he was more worried of coughing over Mapunzel since that would label him as disgusting to Mapunzel, and that thought oddly made his heart sink greatly. The Waitress stared at Mail with utter horror on her face as she stared back at the empty space, the manager had left for a brief while. Now it was only her and another waitress who was busy cleaning some of the empty tables. Luckily people had slowly begun to leave, leaving Mapunzel and Valshe to be the only people in the inn's diner area right now.

"I-I di-didn't do any-anything!" she pleaded for her life, her face turning a deathly red as she kept as far away from the two as much as she could, her back literally against the wall in fear as she half expected to be punched in the face by the man. Valshe found himself rolling off what remained of the chair that had fallen backwards along with Valshe, and now was curled into a ball, but he had rolled the opposite direction of Mail to keep from rolling on his lap like a child. Only, he continued to cough in his little curled up ball. "W-what would I d-do?" she continued, fear all over her tone as she stared at the curled up ball on the floor that was one of her own customers that she just hurt basically. Valshe just sat there, literally coughing to much to even speak out loud to Mapunzel.