[ As soon as Ferdinand arrives back in the city with his device on April 21st, the following messages are delivered. ]
[Mar 18, 7:59pm] Good evening, Ferdinand. When are you coming back to the apartment? I thought I might order us some food. Any requests?
[Mar 18, 10:48pm] Ferdinand? Do be safe walking home this late.
[Mar 19, 12:27am] Missed call
[Mar 19, 12:40am] Missed call
[Mar 19, 12:55am] Where are you? Did you lose your device?
[Mar 19, 1:07am] Missed call
[Mar 19, 1:08am] Fine. Perhaps you’re busy making quota, hm? I have work in the morning. Good night.
[Mar 19, 7:10am] You didn’t come back. Have you decided to stay at your place again? Or are you presently doing a walk of shame?
[Mar 19, 6:35pm] What have I done to deserve such lack of communication? If you don’t wish to stay with me any longer, there is no need to avoid me. Just tell me.
[Mar 20, 5:48pm] I inquired with your roommate, but they haven’t seen you. Neither had Bernadetta. Answer me or I’ll have to alert the authorities of your disappearance.
[He did alert the authorities, but they didn’t care. People go missing all the time, it’s typical, they said. There’s never any trace, so they stopped bothering to investigate. They seemed to adopt a particular apathy once they found out Ferdinand was a submissive. Hubert threw a fit and hung up on them.]
[Mar 20, 10:36pm] Please, Ferdinand…
[Mar 21, 11:25am] Whatever I have done to hurt you, I apologize. Please, just let me know you are okay
[Mar 21, 10:09pm] Don’t leave me alone in this place. I need you by my side.
[Mar 22, 12:31pm] No one knows where you are. All the leads are cold, but I will not stop. If the person reading this has captured Ferdinand, know that I will find you, and I will kill you.
[He keeps searching, keeps coming up with nothing.]
[April 4th, 11:37pm] Your irritating presence and delusional bravado is… Missed. I hope you made it back home. If you’re still in this world, I will find you yet.
[Well, that was... very strange. Why on earth he would need to be readmitted, no one running the LIES Program would say beyond shrugging answers such as 'it happens, sometimes.' Moreover, he doesn't recall going back or being taken back at all. The first thing that shocks him is the date on his device. Just shy of over a month had passed? And it looks like he has some notifications...
Oh. A deluge of them. Messages and missed calls, most of them from Hubert. He pulls them up to read, and watches as Hubert's questioning of his whereabouts turns to clear concern for him, retreating then into annoyance and accusations before mutating into a form of demanding desperation, wielding threats to someone who wasn't reading them before being defeated by hopelessness, nursing his sunken emotions by reasoning that it's possible he went to a better place and even admitting that he missed his presence.
It twists Ferdinand's heart to see this archive of him bending himself in such shapes, all for his sake. Unwarranted guilt tugs as well. This is just the surface of the protracted anguish he must have put him through. Before he can let Hubert wonder even one more time where he had been spirited away to, he hurries to send a call through.]
[ Don't think too hard about how this gets to Ferdinand. She's been doing a little snooping, a little light stalking, please don't think about it. It's fine.
So wherever he is, wherever he'd stayed the night before, the next morning there will be a quick knock on the door. Left on the floor will be a little envelope, and a small box of selected tea leaves and a carefully packaged embroidered patch with a pin at the back if he wanted to wear it. He doesn't have to! But if he wanted to, that's okay too. ]
Dear Ferdinand,
Happy birthday! I hope this present finds you well. The Professor always made sure to remember our special days back home and I thought, we should do that while we're here too.
I looked really hard for some tea you might like. If you don't like them, you can give them back too and maybe we can find better ones since you're a lot better at finding good quality tea.
I also made something for you! I'm trying to make different things now that I can buy all sorts of materials and things to make stuff with. This is one of the first things I've made - I hope you like it. You don't have to wear it. I think it would look nice on a handkerchief or a scarf instead of a collar. What do you think?
Anyway, I hope you have a really good day today. Please make sure to eat something delicious with someone nice! Or just have a delicious meal, I suppose?
[Hm? He has a visitor? He wonders who it could be, though his mind rushes to Bernadetta. She used to live in the same building, but has since left. Still, might she come and visit him despite how he hurt her? More time has passed for her than for him, so maybe it just feels like it happened so short a time ago only to him...
Ferdinand hurries to the door and opens it to find the letter and the gifts. His heart skips a beat in curious excitement. What could this be for? He opens the letter, and...
It's then that Ferdinand realizes: on this world, it is his birthday. The final day of the fourth month... and Bernadetta remembered! Why, he's so touched that his eyes begin to mist over with pure joy, and his heart aches to see her again. He speedreads the content of the letter and clutches his wonderful treasures tightly. Then, he hurries out to try and catch up with her before she leaves! He doesn't see her, but he knows what path she must have taken to get out of here. She can't be too far ahead!]
Bernadetta! Bernadetta, wait!! [he calls while running.] I am so moved! Please let me thank you!
How splendid! I will be looking forward to this. Thank you for inviting me to celebrate you. I have a feeling you might have already invited my plus-one.
Thank you for the invitation! I shall heartily accept. However, I have never before attended a crab boil. I assume from the name of the event that it is a social gathering centered around the boiling and eating of crabs, but one can never be too certain with so many people from so many backgrounds. Is there anything else I should know to avoid any gaffes on my part?
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His heart flutters as his hand is taken into a kiss and he swoons as the gesture flows into their linked hands, their inseparability even en route to the next level they are going to take their intimacy and the comfort inherent to sharing it with someone he loves and trusts more each day, someone who cares about him, someone who wants to build his life around his. He follows him, prepared to follow his guidance beyond the gesture that ends in him perched at the edge of the bed.
Ferdinand's enamored face glimmers on as he looks at him asking the question, softening as the tone of their coupling shifts from frantic and heated to a slow and solemn approach that subtly highlights the import of what they are about to do.
"Of course you may."
Without a fuss, he straightens his shoulders and surrenders his disrobement to let the Minister of the Imperial Household conduct it as he sees fit, all the while hopelessly excited at the prospect of having his hands upon him yet again, exposing him one garment at a time. All of it on their terms, and not because SIN Guards are looking over their shoulder, or even because this helps them meet quota. What they are doing feels totally divorced from such obligations, even with the framework of having just done part of their duty according to the program and the city it runs in. All he sees is Hubert.
Somehow, Hubert has done it. He has won. His prize is this: Ferdinand von Aegis offered up to him in full; body, mind, heart, and now legally, on paper as well. He is a treasure to be handled with great care, to be protected, cherished, shown off like a shiny trophy in a case, the works.
Hubert smiles and threads his fingers through Ferdinand's thick, long hair, cupping the back of his skull as he kisses his lover's temple tenderly.
He speaks: low, quiet, his tone slow and fond.
"But before I do, allow me to tell you that I love you, deeply and truly. Tonight has nothing to do with the city we are in or what we are forced to do in order to live peacefully here. It has everything to do with how much I care for you, and my deep devotion to you in all matters. This night is ours alone. Let us forget anything that has happened or will happen outside of these four walls. You are all that I see, Ferdinand. And I see this as my first time, as it is my first time with someone I love."
( it had been some time since akito had spoken to or seen ferdinand, with their last encounter being rather awkward and stilted. she didn't think much of him during this time, instead falling further into the throws of sickness and mental instability as she delt with both the fallout of her actions against another dominant and her own fears of this place.
it was now, nearly five days later since her assault and the first day of her punishment that she finally decided she couldn't handle being lonely and uncomforted anymore. she knew she had to obey, be kind to the submissives around her and avoid dominants, so she wasn't going to push for this.
instead, she was going to behave and let her barriers fall, making herself vulnerable. whether ferdinand would cave in and offer her comfort or simply reject her, she would have to accept it. after all, what right did she have coming to him for anything? he was nothing to her, she was nothing to him. they owed each other nothing, they had no bond, no true relationship.
yet she couldn't help it. so she decided to give him a call via video. when he answered, he would see her across the screen, appearing thinner than before with a split lip, and a bruise around her right eye that was starting to yellow. she seemed incredibly scared, shaken up, wearing a sweater she normally wouldn't. )
Hello Ferdinand, this is....Akito. I apologize for bothering you...
( she took a deep breath before speaking once more. )
If...if you wanted to...would you come to my apartment? I...I'm not feeling the best. But only if you want to.
( it was a surprise to see that akito had chosen to reach out and contact him at all to begin with, especially when given the lingering sense that he was not too fond of him. but to behold the condition he was in on the other line was a shock all its own, one his expression did not conceal. he could not hide the immense concern that seeped in even if he tried to. )
Akito, no... You are no bother to me at all. I will be on my way. It is the apartment complex that the LIEs Program provides to us, yes? Which number?
Oh? I am now withholding any of the coming anger that I am potentially meant to be feeling in a moment. It is anger that I strongly doubt I would be harboring for you to begin with. What is it, Ruby?
[On day 1 of Hubert and Ruby's mission to drive Ferdinand insane, a package shows up marked for Hubert, but it's clearly wrapped in colorful paper and meant as a gift.
[Hm? What's this? Hubert received a gift from Ruby, for something called Christmas? Well, whatever is going on, that's very sweet of her! He sends Hubert a message letting him know.]
[At this point, he was expecting it, and sure enough, there it is! The third day of Christmas. He tries not to even accept he is put out by this. After all, it would be silly to be. It is just Ruby, showering Hubert with gifts, which probably makes her feel better. If anything, he should be happy for them.
But seriously... What is with this multiple days full of multiple gifts?]
[Is Ruby going to single-handedly decorate their apartment with creepy paraphernalia? Skulls on storage boxes, monster claws on book shelves, a bleeding candle... Ferdinand is no expert on Christmas, but somehow, he thinks this doesn't seem to fit the spirit of the holiday!]
Our interior décor is starting to look a little too macabre for my taste... I share a room with this man, you know.
He is a creepy goth nerd without your help, Ruby. However, this is actually rather tasteful compared to the other selections you have cultivated for him.
"Hubert told me you liked tea, so I figured you'd like this. And I got you the best haircare and skincare I could. Thanks for putting up with the past few days, Ferdinand~ - Ruby."
[ It's perhaps a little late, but Fodlan didn't have a specific winter holiday around this time of year. But Bernie loves giving little things to her dearest friends - even if she can't admit that out loud to anyone ever - so of course she gets swept up into the practice, no matter how foreign it is to those of their world.
A package arrives by courier to the apartment that her friends all live in. The gift-wrapped box addressed to Ferdinand contains a set of cotton handkerchiefs all embroidered by hand. Or maybe he won't know it's embroidered by hand? Either way, each one is monogrammed with Fs and decorated with little spiraling ferns. She reflects that they may look kind of dainty and ladylike after she's made them, but... Well, hopefully he'll like them! It comes with a short note: ]
The practice seemed nice, even if we don't really have this kind of thing at home. I hope you'll find use for these while we're here! Please have a nice winter, Ferdinand!
[ Ferdinand wasn't expecting this, not from Bernadetta, but it's a wonderful surprise! Initially he wondered if this was in response to him sending her something for her birthday, but he's relieved to find out that it's just out of the general spirit that seems to be present among many this time of year.
Well, he is just going to have to send her a note back! ]
Thank you very much, Bernadetta! This is lovely work. I will definitely find some use for it, even if I am somewhat reluctant to use it for anything that will get it dirty! There might even be some way to wear it.
[It's as if it being dainty and ladylike doesn't even register or faze him...]
Now that we are partaking in the wintry gift-giving atmosphere, I must gift you something in return. Did you hear of Christmas from someone, or is it possibly another holiday where gifts are shared? I learned that Christmas is a cheerful romantic holiday, and that it is custom to eat a bucket of fried chicken with your family.
Please have a nice, warm winter for me, too, Bernadetta!
A dating event? How intriguing, not to mention romantic! Love does seem to be in the air...
[When is it not in Duplicity, though, in some fashion?]
Conversing with plenty of people is the entire point of a social, Bernadetta! It pleases me that you are taking some interest in one.
Do I take this to mean that in contacting me, you are hoping to invite me...?
[PLEASE SAY YES SO HE CAN SAY YES! Ferdinand is getting unspeakably giddy right now, carried away by the notion of Bernadetta asking him out like this DATING EVENT is, well, a DATE! (It's probably not, but that's not going to stop him from fancying.)]
[Uneasy anticipation squirms in his chest about what this could be about that would be so urgent that she feels she must call him. Ferdinand gives her a ring and waits until he hears that she picks up.
[ -- but it's not a text, not really. Instead, Ferdinand's device will light up with the notification of a new message - and it's just an attachment. A link that was shared from some Duplicity online shopping app. The link redirects to a listing for a very fancy, very pretty set of pale lavender lingerie - with dainty little bows, some cat ear hairclips, and a kitten tail plug in matching colors.
[How is Ferdinand to know this is a misfire! When he receives the message and presses on the link, it takes him a few moments to respond. She hasn't made any comments about the pretty kitty set, so his mind leaps to assumptions about the motivation behind showing him this... as well as imagining her cute and catlike in this lingerie. And on his lap...
He tries to curb his thoughts so they don't get him carried away. But why else would she send this to him if not to present this to him as a possibility?]
If you were dressed like this, how would I be able to keep my hands off of you?
[There’s a package with a box of houjicha tea and a box of over the counter better peasant version of chocolates with different flavors. There’s a note attached:]
“Merry Christmas. Add this to your no-so infinite collection. Have a good night.”
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[Mar 18, 7:59pm]
Good evening, Ferdinand. When are you coming back to the apartment? I thought I might order us some food. Any requests?
[Mar 18, 10:48pm]
Ferdinand? Do be safe walking home this late.
[Mar 19, 12:27am]
Missed call
[Mar 19, 12:40am]
Missed call
[Mar 19, 12:55am]
Where are you? Did you lose your device?
[Mar 19, 1:07am]
Missed call
[Mar 19, 1:08am]
Fine. Perhaps you’re busy making quota, hm? I have work in the morning. Good night.
[Mar 19, 7:10am]
You didn’t come back. Have you decided to stay at your place again? Or are you presently doing a walk of shame?
[Mar 19, 6:35pm]
What have I done to deserve such lack of communication? If you don’t wish to stay with me any longer, there is no need to avoid me. Just tell me.
[Mar 20, 5:48pm]
I inquired with your roommate, but they haven’t seen you. Neither had Bernadetta. Answer me or I’ll have to alert the authorities of your disappearance.
[He did alert the authorities, but they didn’t care. People go missing all the time, it’s typical, they said. There’s never any trace, so they stopped bothering to investigate. They seemed to adopt a particular apathy once they found out Ferdinand was a submissive. Hubert threw a fit and hung up on them.]
[Mar 20, 10:36pm]
Please, Ferdinand…
[Mar 21, 11:25am]
Whatever I have done to hurt you, I apologize. Please, just let me know you are okay
[Mar 21, 10:09pm]
Don’t leave me alone in this place. I need you by my side.
[Mar 22, 12:31pm]
No one knows where you are. All the leads are cold, but I will not stop. If the person reading this has captured Ferdinand, know that I will find you, and I will kill you.
[He keeps searching, keeps coming up with nothing.]
[April 4th, 11:37pm]
Your irritating presence and delusional bravado is… Missed. I hope you made it back home. If you’re still in this world, I will find you yet.
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Oh. A deluge of them. Messages and missed calls, most of them from Hubert. He pulls them up to read, and watches as Hubert's questioning of his whereabouts turns to clear concern for him, retreating then into annoyance and accusations before mutating into a form of demanding desperation, wielding threats to someone who wasn't reading them before being defeated by hopelessness, nursing his sunken emotions by reasoning that it's possible he went to a better place and even admitting that he missed his presence.
It twists Ferdinand's heart to see this archive of him bending himself in such shapes, all for his sake. Unwarranted guilt tugs as well. This is just the surface of the protracted anguish he must have put him through. Before he can let Hubert wonder even one more time where he had been spirited away to, he hurries to send a call through.]
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delivery; 30th April
So wherever he is, wherever he'd stayed the night before, the next morning there will be a quick knock on the door. Left on the floor will be a little envelope, and a small box of selected tea leaves and a carefully packaged embroidered patch with a pin at the back if he wanted to wear it. He doesn't have to! But if he wanted to, that's okay too. ]
Dear Ferdinand,
Happy birthday! I hope this present finds you well. The Professor always made sure to remember our special days back home and I thought, we should do that while we're here too.
I looked really hard for some tea you might like. If you don't like them, you can give them back too and maybe we can find better ones since you're a lot better at finding good quality tea.
I also made something for you! I'm trying to make different things now that I can buy all sorts of materials and things to make stuff with. This is one of the first things I've made - I hope you like it. You don't have to wear it. I think it would look nice on a handkerchief or a scarf instead of a collar. What do you think?
Anyway, I hope you have a really good day today. Please make sure to eat something delicious with someone nice! Or just have a delicious meal, I suppose?
LoveYours sincerelyWarm regards,Bernadetta
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Ferdinand hurries to the door and opens it to find the letter and the gifts. His heart skips a beat in curious excitement. What could this be for? He opens the letter, and...
It's then that Ferdinand realizes: on this world, it is his birthday. The final day of the fourth month... and Bernadetta remembered! Why, he's so touched that his eyes begin to mist over with pure joy, and his heart aches to see her again. He speedreads the content of the letter and clutches his wonderful treasures tightly. Then, he hurries out to try and catch up with her before she leaves! He doesn't see her, but he knows what path she must have taken to get out of here. She can't be too far ahead!]
Bernadetta! Bernadetta, wait!! [he calls while running.] I am so moved! Please let me thank you!
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Hubert? Are you all right?
What is happening? Where might I find this void?
[Should he be worried...? Because he kind of is!]
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cw weight loss / eating restriction
Hubie... ;__;
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His heart flutters as his hand is taken into a kiss and he swoons as the gesture flows into their linked hands, their inseparability even en route to the next level they are going to take their intimacy and the comfort inherent to sharing it with someone he loves and trusts more each day, someone who cares about him, someone who wants to build his life around his. He follows him, prepared to follow his guidance beyond the gesture that ends in him perched at the edge of the bed.
Ferdinand's enamored face glimmers on as he looks at him asking the question, softening as the tone of their coupling shifts from frantic and heated to a slow and solemn approach that subtly highlights the import of what they are about to do.
"Of course you may."
Without a fuss, he straightens his shoulders and surrenders his disrobement to let the Minister of the Imperial Household conduct it as he sees fit, all the while hopelessly excited at the prospect of having his hands upon him yet again, exposing him one garment at a time. All of it on their terms, and not because SIN Guards are looking over their shoulder, or even because this helps them meet quota. What they are doing feels totally divorced from such obligations, even with the framework of having just done part of their duty according to the program and the city it runs in. All he sees is Hubert.
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Hubert smiles and threads his fingers through Ferdinand's thick, long hair, cupping the back of his skull as he kisses his lover's temple tenderly.
He speaks: low, quiet, his tone slow and fond.
"But before I do, allow me to tell you that I love you, deeply and truly. Tonight has nothing to do with the city we are in or what we are forced to do in order to live peacefully here. It has everything to do with how much I care for you, and my deep devotion to you in all matters. This night is ours alone. Let us forget anything that has happened or will happen outside of these four walls. You are all that I see, Ferdinand. And I see this as my first time, as it is my first time with someone I love."
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it was now, nearly five days later since her assault and the first day of her punishment that she finally decided she couldn't handle being lonely and uncomforted anymore. she knew she had to obey, be kind to the submissives around her and avoid dominants, so she wasn't going to push for this.
instead, she was going to behave and let her barriers fall, making herself vulnerable. whether ferdinand would cave in and offer her comfort or simply reject her, she would have to accept it. after all, what right did she have coming to him for anything? he was nothing to her, she was nothing to him. they owed each other nothing, they had no bond, no true relationship.
yet she couldn't help it. so she decided to give him a call via video. when he answered, he would see her across the screen, appearing thinner than before with a split lip, and a bruise around her right eye that was starting to yellow. she seemed incredibly scared, shaken up, wearing a sweater she normally wouldn't. )
Hello Ferdinand, this is....Akito. I apologize for bothering you...
( she took a deep breath before speaking once more. )
If...if you wanted to...would you come to my apartment? I...I'm not feeling the best. But only if you want to.
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Akito, no... You are no bother to me at all. I will be on my way. It is the apartment complex that the LIEs Program provides to us, yes? Which number?
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brace yourself; ferdinand has commenced The Blabbening
we love yappy kings 👏
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text; un: starfield, idk early december sometime
i don't really think you're the kind of person to get super mad
but also don't be mad
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DAY 1
a smart coffee warmer & mug, complete with instructions on how to use it.
also a note: "Here's the first day of Christmas, Hubert! Enjoy!! - Ruby"
The note is very obvious, too, for Ferdinand to read.]
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DAY 2
The second day has a couple of bags of ~specialty coffee~.
"Here's the second day of Christmas! This should go with what I got you yesterday. - Ruby"]
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DAY 3
a storage box, engraved with a skull.
"It's the third day of Christmas! I don't know what you'll put in it, but I know you'll figure out something. - Ruby"]
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But seriously... What is with this multiple days full of multiple gifts?]
DAY 4
But:
Monster claw bookmarks.
"On the fourth day of Christmas, you get to make it look like your books have monsters! - Ruby."]
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Just how many days of Christmas are there, Ruby? Am I misunderstanding something about your holiday?
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DAY 5
a candle that looks like the coffin is bleeding when lit.
"For the fifth day, the coffin bleeds like my heart does for you! - Ruby"]
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Our interior décor is starting to look a little too macabre for my taste... I share a room with this man, you know.
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DAY 6
There's a red light stick.
"On the sixth day, I decided it was time you had something to help cheer for me! - Ruby."]
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DAY 7
a coffin shaped desk organizer.
"Seven days in and this should help your desk look all spooky! You can be a creepy goth nerd now. - Ruby."]
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DAY 8
lacy black lingerie
"Here's the ninth day! You should keep this here for when I visit. - Ruby."]
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DAY 9
an anatomical chocolate heart
"On the tenth day, I'm starting to feel really weird about what I'm buying but even if this heart looks real, it's made of chocolate! - Ruby."]
DAYS 10 & 11
a leather journal.
"On the tenth day, I thought you could use something to write in! - Ruby."
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a skull coffee mug
"I thought you could use something like this for the eleventh day. - Ruby."]
DAY 12
dagger bookmarks
"You're kind of a nerd, so I figure you could always use more of this for the final day! - Ruby."
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a matcha set with a jar of good quality matcha, a set of good haircare products, and a set of good skincare products.
"Hubert told me you liked tea, so I figured you'd like this. And I got you the best haircare and skincare I could. Thanks for putting up with the past few days, Ferdinand~ - Ruby."
BONUS CHRISTMAS
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delivery;
A package arrives by courier to the apartment that her friends all live in. The gift-wrapped box addressed to Ferdinand contains a set of cotton handkerchiefs all embroidered by hand. Or maybe he won't know it's embroidered by hand? Either way, each one is monogrammed with Fs and decorated with little spiraling ferns. She reflects that they may look kind of dainty and ladylike after she's made them, but... Well, hopefully he'll like them! It comes with a short note: ]
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Well, he is just going to have to send her a note back! ]
text; un: berniebear
Ferdinand!
The Bridgerton family are hosting another social.
It looks kind of interesting?
But it also looks kind of scary?
I think you'd have to talk to a lot of people for it (>0<；)
SORRY FOR FAILING AJDHJDK
[When is it not in Duplicity, though, in some fashion?]
Conversing with plenty of people is the entire point of a social, Bernadetta! It pleases me that you are taking some interest in one.
Do I take this to mean that in contacting me, you are hoping to invite me...?
[PLEASE SAY YES SO HE CAN SAY YES! Ferdinand is getting unspeakably giddy right now, carried away by the notion of Bernadetta asking him out like this DATING EVENT is, well, a DATE! (It's probably not, but that's not going to stop him from fancying.)]
it's ok!!
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backdated to the 10th!
Can you call me?? It's an emergency!
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[Uneasy anticipation squirms in his chest about what this could be about that would be so urgent that she feels she must call him. Ferdinand gives her a ring and waits until he hears that she picks up.
Bernadetta! What is it?
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I tagged this on mobile two days ago and to my horror discovered the tag was eaten
maybe mobile was hungry
MOBILE CAN EAT SOMETHING ELSE
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text (misfire)
It's marked as limited edition! ]
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He tries to curb his thoughts so they don't get him carried away. But why else would she send this to him if not to present this to him as a possibility?]
If you were dressed like this, how would I be able to keep my hands off of you?
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Christmas gift
“Merry Christmas. Add this to your no-so infinite collection. Have a good night.”