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I can admire your caution. It’s never wise to leave yourself open to vulnerability.

( He grew up thinking he’d be with Robin, come on. With that dream pulled violently from under his feet, what can he believe in now? He can’t tell this stranger this, obviously. )

It’s a privilege to have the choice to get involved with someone I care for, so that bond is nourished for eternity. Through sex or emotion. That can’t be replicated with multiple people, no. That would be what you call cheating. That being said, I don’t have anybody here to cheat on. Sex is exhausting.

( How does he know? He knows. )

I might as well be dead now since this place seems like it’s condemning me. That’s another conversation, though.

Hah. You’re the one who reached out, didn’t you? You still have the choice to not meet up with me if you don’t want to. But it’s very likely we will end up running into one another somewhere in the resort, and I at least want to know your name. I’ll look forward to a real smile once I see you and then I can make the choice.

I’m not familiar with everything yet, so tell me where to meet you.

Vulnerability should be earned, not forced. At least that is my opinion.

Sex can be exhausting, that's true, but it can be enjoyed. In a place like this, it's good to be able to separate what you might want for an intimate act and what you might merely seek for the sake of pleasure. If you end up here long term, both can coexist in my opinion.
People know how to communicate and if they don't, it is good to learn.

[Wriothesley loves things that exhaust him, so isn't particularly bothered about sex being exhausting. This man was a bit of a meathead after all.]

I reached out for conversation. I don't actually care to force someone on a date with me because the resort has deemed it to happen. But if this is a mutual agreement, then I am happy to make accommodations for a date.
If you are amenable to afternoon tea, there is a cafe in the Early Bird Hall in which their afternoon tea set is quite good and their tea selection is expansive enough that they should have a tea to your liking.

I can come pick you up from your room. Might as well give a tour of the place while I'm at it.

I can't say I've ever had sex without a hint of intimacy for that person. I doubt I'll settle for anybody here, anyway. Fate seems to act out randomly from what others tell me, not knowing why or how people manage to leave this place is one example. Why let you heart astray when the House has the ability to crush it if it wanted?

( Spoken like a true paranoid man. )

I've been getting used to the odd schedule, if there's anything to go by the beach everyone woke up in weeks ago. Anyway. One thing is meaningless, raw sex and another is a meaningless conversation. We don't have to call it a date, but it's unfair speaking to someone without knowing their name, no? If you wanted to keep conversing and expanding on this, then I would like to meet you.

Besides, it would be rude to pass by you any other time and not realize who you were.

I'm on floor 6. I'm quite fond of tea, actually. I miss it.

We all have criticisms about the house and what they do, but I don't completely distrust the notion that they do want us happy.
It's easier on them for us to be content, or they wouldn't give us the amenities we have.
This isn't me agreeing with their methods. A cage is a cage, no matter how pretty.
Just that they do seek our happiness, because it's easier to have us do what they want us to do when we are happy.

Well, dates can be casual. There's no reason to think too deeply into it. I just wanted to make sure you were in agreement.

Hah. I do enjoy my anonymity, honestly, but I digress.
If you wait outside your room, I'll come and get you then. I'll see you in a few minutes, monsieur.

( It makes sense to keep luxurious escapes for people to enjoy themselves. But part of Sunday doubts happiness can be found here. It’s not like he was happy before to begin with. It’s as if fate keeps tossing him from cage to cage, each one larger and prettier with a more diluted sense of false freedom. Can you blame him for feeling a little crazy here? )

No. I think it’s easier for them to get us to do things when we’re desperate. We can discuss it later, you do make good points.

I’ll be waiting for you.

( He sounds polite, so that’s a bonus. Sunday preens his feathers in front of the small mirror in his bathroom, completely pensive about it all. Tidying up isn’t a lifestyle anymore but more of a compulsion, it’s what he’s actually able to control in this manic mess of a resort.

He doesn’t have his piercings yet. They truly did strip him of everything he once had. The voids on his wing are somewhat covered by other smaller feathers, but his movement is still compromised after years of wearing the spikes.

He has been lucky enough that another person has given him a few outfits, so he’s clad in a white suit with a black shirt that’s buttoned up to his neck. This is good for a casual date, right?

And like that, he waits outside of his room, properly postured with a hand neat on his back. )

[Wriothesley decides to dress a little nicer than he had started dressing in the resort. Nicer really just means something similar to his normal back in Fontaine. He didn't have his usual outfit here, but he did have an assortment of waistcoats and slacks to pick from.

Dressed in a wine red waistcoat over a white dress shirt and slacks, he doesn't button his dress shirt with every button done and his tie somewhat loose. He's dressed formerly, but the way he wears the clothes can almost be considered lazy, yet it suits the man's laidback smile.

He gives the other a grin as he sees the man waiting for him. Considering there was no one else standing around the hallway, he's sure this man was whom he had been talking with.] I hope I didn't make you wait too long. [A polite bow.]

Wriothesley.

( The figure approaching down the hall does appear like he has direction, and he's close enough that Sunday also begins walking his way until they're in front of one another. First impressions are important and Sunday offers a small bow of his chin to mirror his politeness, leaving his hand rested at the small of his back. Assuming the man has been here far longer, Sunday has to judge the lack of togetherness of his outfit. The unbuttoned dress shirt, his loose tie, the lazy effort he brings for this. Sure reminds him of some hound he once knew. Hopefully, this one isn't a liar of sorts. )

Mr. Wriothesley, it's a pleasure to meet you in person, and fret not, I wasn't waiting too long. I'm honored you decided to come down here to pick me up. The higher floors do get nicer after all and the staff around here isn't so great. Hopefully nobody gave you any trouble, hah.

( His gaze flickers towards his scars, it's hard not to when they draw so much attention away from his face. )

I'm excited for today - I haven't had quality tea since arriving at this pretty cage. ( As Wriothesley put it. )

Wriothesley is fine. We are both merely guests in this place and I need not such politeness. Let us talk as merely equals here. [He smiles easily and chuckles.] Naw, it's really no trouble. I used to be a lower rank until a buddy of mind kind of forced me to something higher. Honestly? I prefer the lower ranks and I don't really need the extra amenities. Though, the extra space is nice from my previous room.

[Wriothesley was someone who had once been homeless. He had lived in less than even the bare minimum. The higher the rank, the more the spotlight would be on him and the idea does not feel good.

He holds his arm out for Sunday to take.] Then I think that you'll enjoy this place. I'm rather fond of tea, so finding a place with a nice afternoon tea service for me to enjoy has been archon sent. [And boy, does Wriothesley have a lot of words when it comes to tea. Something, Sunday might be stuck hearing him yap about.]

( His eyes flicker towards the gesture of his arm, loosely holding onto it. ) Aren’t you the one who’s polite here? Regardless, I appreciate this.

It seems making important connections early on is useful to survival here. Though, I’ve never heard anybody rave about the lower floors, does that mean you were far below this one? You have curious taste.

( He lets him guide themselves down the long hall and still holds onto his arm even in the elevator. Even though his style is questionable at best and unpresentable in Sunday’s humble opinion, Wriothesley is easy on his eyes. He even tries to discreetly steal a glance at his face, down his arm— he’s muscular and Sunday doesn’t have any logical justification as to why he likes it. He simply does, even though his features are as hard to read as ever. )

I’m fond as well. It’s perfect combination of herbs, nature, and good for your health. You also don’t need to add sugar to some imports, which is nice.

( Not that he has a reason to stay off of sugar here??? He’ll have to break the habit of sacrificing his pleasures here. At least they can both yap over tea. )

Hmm, I think that this kind of place makes it hard not to make connections in general. You'll probably find this place easier to deal with when you have people to keep you company at times. Be it because you need to lay with them or simply because having company generally is not so bad.

[Wriothesley, despite his lazier dress, stands with back straight and holds himself in a way that implies the man knows how to present himself properly. After all, he had to hold his own as an administrator for a prison. Weakness would make inmates think they can get the better of him.] I just don't care for attention and I have managed with the bare minimum. I used to be on the basement level.

[As they step out, Wriothesley happily points out places of interest in the resort as they walk.] Hah, I've got a bit of a sweet tooth, so I do enjoy my cubes of sugar. [Something Sigewinne reprimands him greatly about. Well, it doesn't stop him.]

I do miss my tea collection at home, but I think I've started growing a respectable collection here.

( It takes a leader to also recognize another. He feels his strength through the fabric as his fingers tighten around his arm. He can excuse his poor execution of attire by admiring his poise and presence. He's chatty and mysterious all at once, delivering only what he should and Sunday appreciates this way of connecting with others. Casual but intellectual. He offers a faint smile up at him. )

I guess I'm not too surprised to hear that based on what you've told me. Attention would put a spotlight on you and this place is already sketchy as is. Humility goes a long way.

We all have our reasons, I suppose. ( If he doesn't rank up, he'll die. And the more he fucks, then the closer he can be to reach his goal and beat the game. Then again, what happens if he wishes to go back to Penacony? What's the point if he's now an exile?
His wings lower some, but his energy remains the same - he's probably as reserved as Wriothesley. )

Oh? Then I'm grateful you're willing to share some with me. We can make it sweet if that's your preference, I don't mind. Drinking tea should be a personal experience, almost a form of art.

Would you go back home if you were given the chance?

It's just not for me. If people want to climb the ranks and for all the eyes to be on them, then that's for them and not for me. I'll leave it to those who want it.

[Wriothesley's gaze is sharp. He doesn't say anything, but he does notice the little things. The slight droop of wings and any minute detail. It's something he tucks away and doesn't bring up. If Sunday wanted to say more, then they would.]

Well, it's a good thing that we can add what we want to our cups and not the pot. You needn't bend your preferences to match my own. I'll send you some of the blends I've grown fond of sometime for you to enjoy in your room. [They eventually arrive at the Early Bird Hall. He leads the other to a small cafe in the area. It's a quaint little thing and they're seated promptly with menus to peruse their afternoon tea service and all the tea options available.]

Of course. There are people who rely on me that I can't abandon. I just intend to see through the goals I've set up here first. [Wriothesley has met people here and grown to care for them. He doesn't intend to leave at his earliest convenience.]

( Sunday will always put someone’s needs first, it’s the right way to weave these pages called life. Always living as the sacrifice for all.

Not even the Early Bird warmth and eloquence can clear his mind of this sinking feeling. Well, if Wriothesley says it’s okay, then there’s no turning back. Sunday hasn’t enjoyed something like this in so long, it’s almost stranger to be seated and with a menu. Normally he’s the one who hosts everybody into his mansion, or Penacony. A cunning smile takes shape as he places the menu down, watching Wriothesley across the small table. When his legs cross beneath it, his shoe nearly grazes Wriothesley’s shin.

One snug move forward and it might. )

Heh— so which room do you sleep in? The basement floor or the one above mine?

I’ll order the blend you like, and we can go from there with our taste session.

I suppose I’ll order some biscuits to try out, too.

As for your goals— what do you seek most here, then?

( Hopefully they’re not spiked with anything. )

[While he seemingly looks over the menu, Wriothesley is quick to circle his ankle around Sunday's to lock their legs in place. There is a bit of a grin, but he seems to be more amused than anything, finding it much like a bit of a game.]

Mm, I'm usually in my current suite. A friend so graciously dragged me kicking and screaming with him, so it feels rude not to appreciate what I had been so generously gifted. [He won't lie that he does like the better accommodations. It's not like anyone would deny that more room and comfier furniture is nice to have. He just was someone who could make do with the bare minimum.]

How about a rose tea? I'm not usually a floral tea person, but I do enjoy the delicate flavor from time to time. We can afternoon tea set. I am quite fond of the sandwiches. [And there's just something marvel about being served dainty, little sandwiches given his size.

He waves for a waiter and puts in their order before turning his attention back.] Oh~? It's a little too early to be spilling all my secrets. This is the first date after all. I can't be putting out too much. [Wriothesley says it in such a light way, hiding the fact that the man was far more tightlipped and that there are certain things he won't so easily speak on the get go.]

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AH THANK YOU FOR WAITING. I got sick on top of traveling/work T_T;;

don't worry. i hope you're feeling better!

I'm getting by...crawling to recovery wheezes.

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