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[bellabelgium]

[ It's growing darker and darker outside her window as the sun slowly starts to sink low behind the roofs of houses and beyond the horizon. It's cold out, she can see the trees almost looking as though they're shivering in the cold. Her garden hasn't been winterized either-- he's gonna kill her for that.

Or at least he would if he would get here already. She understands that he had an emergency meeting to attend to but he's LATE and the food is getting cold and the candles are gonna go out and she's getting more and more nervous about her gift for him and, well-- she can't remember the last time she was like this for Sinterklaas. ]

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JUST CASUALLY SCREAMS AT YOU

[handelaar]

[He's stuck on the train and he glares down the man beside him when his fingers tap-tap-taptaptaptapping against the armrest get too incessant for the guy's liking. Fuck off, man, you're real damn lucky he's not lighting his cigarette right here and now and blowing the worst of it in your goddamn lumpy face.



Okay, so maybe he's a little stressed out.
Maybe a LOT stressed out. He's late - he fucking hates being late - to anything - but especially to something as important as this. Late and he's not even sure this gift was a good idea and would that asshole stop looking at him like that.
He pulls out his phone, glares at the asshole again, and sends her a text as he ruins his lower lip between his teeth.

Still stuck on the train
Close. Unless something else fucks up. Or I punch this asshole beside me

Maybe REALLY A WHOLE LOT stressed out, but he's making no effort to hide it from her.]

o7

[handelaar]

[He sits down, but pays close attention to everything she's doing. Places his hand on his chin and watches, simultaneously entertained and warmed with her movements, what she's doing. Her spirits really do lift the entire damn room.

Though he does glance at the bottle of wine. Raises a brow. Really?]

[handelaar]

[Damn that's cute. He's too busy watching her try not to blush to actually take a sip - he raises the glass to his lips, yeah, but hides behind it. And keeps hiding behind it when she kisses his cheek. He tilts his head enough to lean back into it, and then unceremoniously throws back half the glass.

Wine drinker, he is not.]

omg I set an alarm so I could wake up when no one else was awake yet

[handelaar]

[Because a cheek kiss sure helps. Not that he doesn't lean into it and try to tamp down his dopey grin anyway, there's something nice and familiar about cheek kisses. Except then she's cleaning so he stands up and attempts to swipe the dishes from her, not quite huffing but with a huffy air all the same.]

Don't do those...

[Not answering until she lets him do the dishes. Hmph.]

oh snap

[handelaar]

[He sucks in a breath and hums it out, starts sliding both of their hands lower, an arc across his stomach - realizes what he's doing and starts laughing lightly under his breath as he tries to turn in place to face her. Kind of getting carried away, huh.]