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Phainon

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a gift!!!

[strifeborne]

[ At some point Phainon will find a red gift bag sitting on his bed. Inside are a folded pair of soft duck pajamas. Layered between the top and bottoms of those is a golden chain bracelet. At regular intervals, there are nine total charms attached to it: a butterfly, a rose, an open book, a small stylized wing, a unicorn head, a baseball bat, a small cat's head, a wine glass, and a feather ink pen (the last, perhaps, for Mem?).

There is no message, but considering who Phainon picked out most of these charms with, it's pretty clear who it's from. ]

[cyclus]

[ In return, Mydeimos gets a picture. It's Phainon wearing the pajamas, with the bracelet on as he gives the camera a peace sign. ]

[strifeborne]

These ducks are not as offensive to the eyes.

[cyclus]

They're very cute, Mydeimos. Thank you.

[strifeborne]

You're welcome 🍷

text; un: catking

[catting]

[cyclus]

Do you really have a tail?

[catting]

sometimes, when i want to

or when cute boys ask me if i do

[cyclus]

I'd bet that it looks cute, Cat.

action; the consequences of his confessions?

[doloscolo]

[ Following this exchange, Cipher knows exactly what she needs to do. It's a gamble, not knowing if her powers will work in this instance or not, but she can convince herself that their exchange wasn't exactly innocent. Maybe there's been something charged between them since she spent the night.

Whether it's true or not, Cipher flips a coin and is pleasantly surprised to feel the familiar electricity strain through her muscles, pushing her forward, the wind in her hair, as she moves at Titan speed from wherever she was to wherever Phainon is.

She grabs his stupid, tiny, grabbable waist from behind, both hands pinching his sides. He isn't winning this game. ]

Well? Let's see it, Snowy! How totally calm and cool and collected are you actually~ ?!

he's earned this

[cyclus]

[ Phainon had been casual wandering in his apartment, heading back from the kitchen to his bedroom as he replied to some of the other messages that he had been getting. He had been making note of some of the other interactions his friends had been getting, and trying not to let his mind dwell on them, so he's not exactly paying attention until it's too late.

There are hands on his waist, pinching him, and he yelps, embarrassingly. ]

Cipher!

[ Jumping, he turns his head to look at her, eyes wide. His cheeks are also lightly dusted with gold, so not at all cool or collected. ]

It's polite to knock!

yes he has

[doloscolo]

[ This. This is also the gap moe that Cipher was talking about all that time ago (it feels like ages ago now, what the hell). She doesn't think anyone would expect the yelp that just came out of this built, warrior of a man, and it delights her.

Just as much as it delights her that she is technically right. ]

Oh, please, when have I ever knocked?

[ Cipher squeezes his sides again, again, laughing over him. ]

I just needed to see you for myself!

[cyclus]

[ There are some people that get to see more sides of Phainon than he would show anyone else, and Cipher is one of them. He trusts her, and he has fond memories of her throughout his lifetimes - of the few Era Nova they did together, the brief moments of life before he had stolen hers.

Now is not the time for such poor thoughts, however, expression twisting into a scowl. ]

You could still learn.

[ But, soon, he settles into a smile, crossing his arms. ]

And here I am. Satisfied?

watching the sun rise and breakfast! 17th feb

[filikos]

[Hythlodaeus texts Phainon the evening before he arrives, just to warn him he'll be there early. Then, at around three in the morning, he arrives and knocks gently on the door to his apartment. He beams when it's opened, eyes glowing all the more intensely in the dim light of the hallway.]

I am not too early, I trust?

[Well, if they're making breakfast as well... they need the time to cook it, right? And then they can eat it as the sun rises.]

this is adorable!!

[cyclus]

[ Phainon is awake, because he’s excited.

Having pre-warned Mydeimos that their shared friend would be over, he’s comfortable offering Hythlodaeus entry into their home again, ingredients for a simple breakfast already prepared. His own excitement is obvious, eyes wide and smile fond as he greets the other man. ]

Of course not. Come in and sit down, friend!

[ The couch is set up with pillows and blankets, just in case. ]

they are cuteee

[filikos]

[Hythlodaeus wanders in with a smile, handing Phainon a bag with a bottle of red wine in it. Today he's wearing something casual, removing the coat he'd worn over it and idly hanging it over the back of the couch so he knows where it is.]

My thanks. I wondered about bringing anything, and settled on this. I realise the hour is late, so we do not have to drink it, but I wished to thank you for breakfast regardless.

[cyclus]

It’s a good gift. Thank you, Hythlodaeus.

[ Phainon briefly wonders if he ought to be doing more in greeting, maybe a kiss to a cheek or a hand, but he shoves the thought aside as a tinge of a blush hits his cheeks. Instead, he places the bottle in the kitchen and looks over his preparations with a soft hum.

Moving to the couch, he flops down with a smile. ]

Are you in the mood for something cooked, or something simpler?

actionnnn

[catting]

[ The day after their conversation under the post he'd rather not think about, the Cat sends Phainon a text confirming a time and shocks everyone, especially himself, when he manages to put the fucking phone down and not flirt about it while he goes about digging in the plentiful closet of his apartment for something to wear.

He arrives not a minute late directly inside Phainon's apartment, manifesting from thin air in a gigantic plume of purple flame. He's a few steps away from the entryway, dressed in a halterneck tank top that shows off his shoulders and rides up high on his stomach and a pair of dark palazzo trousers, with his usual assortment of jewellery adorning his neck, wrists and fingers. His hair is curled and tidy, his pearl earring swinging happily as he glances around. He looks a sight more casual than he did at the ball, but more dressy than he had the last time he'd been here. He's put in effort, but not so much that it's obvious. There's also a slight flush to his cheeks. Because, well, he had to do something to make his powers work, right? ]

Puppy? [ He calls, subtly sniffing the air, wondering if Phainon had been bullshitting about knowing a fish recipe when they'd spoken about it, and also wondering if he has enough residual flirtatiousness in him to summon a can or two of tuna from his apartment just in case it's a two-vegetables-on-a-plate situation. ]

[cyclus]

[ Phainon isn’t nervous, but he is pacing.

The last handful of times he and Cat had met, it had been inherently sexual. It had been based entirely around having sex of some kind, and there was nothing extra about it. It’s not that he feels as though he can’t be good at just being a friend, or that the conversation will be uncomfortable or awkward, it’s just… He wants to tread that fine line between friendship and engaging in something more.

He’s changed into his own semi-casual outfit; a form fitting pair of slacks and a simple white shirt with buttons, choker still on and in place. When Cat pops in, Phainon had been debating changing his shirt for something else - the duckie shirt might be endearing enough…?

The call of his nickname has him stepping out, laughing softly. ]

Is that going to be my nickname forever now?

[catting]

[ The sight of the man he's looking for appearing when called naturally delights him; his gold eyes sparkling a little more intently, and his body seeming to settle, as if he wasn't quite comfortable before without something nice to look at. And he does. Look nice, that is. Phainon isn't dressed up in any particularly staggering way, but the Cat can still appreciate his shape in this outfit, and really that's all he needs. ]

Unless I find something better. You can tell me if there's a name you'd rather I call you, but I can't guarantee it'll stick.

[ He comes close, reaching out a hand to pinch one of Phainon's cheeks, just as he said he would, and grins at him. ]

After all, you come when you're called, just like a puppy.

finally getting to use this icon

[cyclus]

[ Admittedly, Phainon knows he has some doglike tendencies. It strikes him as a reason why the Trailblazer had suggested that he’d make a good dog trainer - energetic, determined, loyal… He’s tempted to ask Mydeimos and Cipher about it, but he’s hesitant to play victim to their teasing and poking fun.

He’s shocked out of his thoughts by the fingers grabbing his cheeks. That dissipates his concerns about how to greet the Cat properly, and he makes a muffled laughing noise as he leans back, shaking his head. Any threat of tension is gone, and he rocks on his heels. ]

You can keep using then, as long as I earn the praise that comes with it.

[ The fondness is there, and his eyes flick to Cat’s mouth before he looks back to the kitchen. ]

Are you hungry now, or would you like to wait a moment?

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[decadiamods]

At the beginning of March, Phainon will awaken to find that his ears have been replaced with puppy dog ears. That's right: soft, floppy puppy dog ears. What's up with that?!

He'll also notice a billboard near his apartment. It features a glamorous shot of his own face, complete with the puppy dog ears in question.

"Puppy Love?" reads the billboard. "Or the real thing? Call now for your free consultation!" A phone number follows.

Anyone who calls the number will essentially get quizzed on their relationships. When they hang up, they will find their ears briefly transformed into puppy dog ears. What could that be about?

Phainon himself will retain his puppy dog ears for anywhere between two weeks to one month.

( let us know if this is acceptable! if it is, we'll make an ooc post informing the game, and also incorporate the Puppy Love ad into the upcoming event )

[cyclus]

[ This is more than acceptable - thank you, mods!!! ]

after move in day

[catting]

[ The next time Phainon enters his new bedroom in the cottage, sat on his bed he will find a folded weighted blanket made of short-pile material in a deep blue colour shot through with abstract swirls and shimmers of gold and white. It's tied with a purple ribbon, and tucked into the topmost loop sits a folded card. ]

this should help you get a head start decorating

soft as a cat, in case you were wondering~


thank you for giving me a home to come back to

[ A small sketch of a crown, and two smudged pawprints seal the bottom. ]

[cyclus]

[ In return, Cat gets a picture of Phainon curled up on the blanket, and if he looks closely… Is Vyvyan there too…? ]

We’re glad you’re home with us, Cat.
Let’s have a sleepover soon. ☺️