[No, this is the thread where Takasugi tells him when his birthday is.
A masquerade where no one is under any illusion besides some idiots' assumptions about Diva's capacity for humanity. They've all chosen masks that suit their personalities. Takasugi's a demon, Solomon's inexorably tied to Diva in a way that betrays nothing of their relationship.
What exists between them is nothing Takasugi has grown jealous of - he possesses little more than an idle curiosity about it.
To indulge when there's little else to waste their time talking about.
For now, it's anniversaries.] You'll be the only one I invite.
So don't disappoint me. [Takasugi's lips split to accommodate for Solomon's thumb, testing the limits of what he'll pursue in public. The result is, as expected, disappointing. A hand finds its way to Solomon's waist, perching there with little purpose other than to simply occupy his space.] August tenth.
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A masquerade where no one is under any illusion besides some idiots' assumptions about Diva's capacity for humanity. They've all chosen masks that suit their personalities. Takasugi's a demon, Solomon's inexorably tied to Diva in a way that betrays nothing of their relationship.
What exists between them is nothing Takasugi has grown jealous of - he possesses little more than an idle curiosity about it.
To indulge when there's little else to waste their time talking about.
For now, it's anniversaries.] You'll be the only one I invite.
So don't disappoint me. [Takasugi's lips split to accommodate for Solomon's thumb, testing the limits of what he'll pursue in public. The result is, as expected, disappointing. A hand finds its way to Solomon's waist, perching there with little purpose other than to simply occupy his space.] August tenth.
[That's so damn soon.]