[INSERT 135 messages a day of a certain butler forwarding pictures of flowers, food, hats, shoes, feathers, stuff and asking both random and practical questions. Oh, and sometimes poetry, Shakespeare, and carrot soup recipes. If a customer tipped him? If Miss Vietnam told him he did a good job? If it is sunny? If it is raining? Well, he must certainly inform young master about everything.
[Kazuya's arrival was heralded by the Twining and Cecil's apartment window getting violently flung open]
Hello~! [A voice cheerfully called out, followed by Kazuya himself boldly clambering through the open window into the living room proper] Kevvy! You here? I've come to visit!
[One of the nicer features of this apartment was that it had a small office, which was perfect for when William was studying something. He'd hunkered down for the night, his subject of choice being modern medicine when he heard the window being flung open, followed by a voice calling out.
Any panic William might have felt was cut short by the word "Kevvy." Was that some sort of pet name for Kevin? Ewww, gross.
...so was this a secret boyfriend of Kevin's coming in for a, what was the word, booty call? Or a gambling friend coming into collect a debt?
Sighing, William got up from his totally important research and strode into the living room.]
You better have not broken that blasted window.
[Otherwise he's gonna make you pay. Whoever you are.]
[At around nine o'clock, and Kazuya was getting cold feet.
He had managed to get up to William's window at least, and even opened it - but he hadn't dared cross the threshold of the windowsill itself. Instead he was sort of slumped over it, his cheek resting atop of crossed arms, and his feet pressed against the slight groove of the outside wall to keep himself in an otherwise impossible position. A normal human would've fallen off by now, but for Kaz, he didn't even have to think about this minor defiance of basic physics]
...ugh, what am I doing...? Just 'cuz Minny was fine with it...
[He looked into William's apartment - he timed this when he couldn't sense Kevin on the premises, but he could still smell William about - but couldn't muster the energy to enter or leave. So he just sighed and started scratching nonsensical shapes into the windowsill.
So, uh, yeah, a strange sight for William to see when he wandered into his living room...]
[William's had about all he can take of studying for tonight and had decided to settle down in the living room to indulge in one of the future's most mind rotting inventions: television. Seriously, the programs really were quite stupid, especially the crime shows. But somehow quite addictive, in their complete disregard for ethics, or human rights. Or even alien rights. In a way it was still studying for William, only in this case, studying what not to do.
He'd made himself some tea and was about to into the living room when he saw a weirdo sitting in his window.
No wait, it was just Kazuya. Who was mauling his windowsill.]
[So after the events with Otome, Hiro was being diligent and checking up on certain people. It was becoming chaos outside and he was currently catching his breath in the midst of everything. It was just giving him some war flashbacks to what happened back home. Considering that he hadn't spoken with William in a bit, he figured that it'd be a good excuse to check up on him.]
Ring, ring, ring~! ♪ Congratulatiooooons! You're our lucky winner for the Hiro Kageyama S.O.S Campaign!
[And then, his voice shifts to something a little more urgent.]
Real talk, Willie. Are you alive and did you touch your robot?
[This has been an interesting experience honestly, these killer robots. It's like being in one of those movies or novels William's been reading. And it's nice to be able to say that his hunch was right. Or would be if he hadn't had to deal with the weirdness that was watching Kevin and his body double engage in mortal combat.
Though when Hiro called, William's first thought was "you sound like a scam artist." And then he mentioned the second part.]
No I didn't. It seemed risky, sad as it is to deprive this place of a double of me.
[Yeah that ego being in tact should say everything.]
I am doing fine. Though Kevin activated his without thinking and has been engaged in combat with it.
Gellius once heard that an uncle is supposed to scold if anyone should say or do any hanky-panky. Lest this should happen to himself, he screwed his uncle's own wife and swore the uncle to silence. Now he does what he wishes: even should he force his own uncle to suck him off, the uncle would say not a word.
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William! Are you still around?
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Yeah. Sorry. It's me. If you don't know what's going on then you're probably safe. Just, uh-
Try to not turn on the CereVice for at least 24 hours? I know it's a strange request, I'll explain it to you later! (If I can.)
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15 feb - text;
[ ooc; I'll be putting up an open log for this on the 7th, so feel free to tag in whenever! ]
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text; 2/19 ic; afternoon; before the platform falls
So we gotta have an important conversation. as men
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As expected of young master's Kevin...
FEEL THE LOVE, WILLIAM...]
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He never messages Kevin about anything so inane (except when he does.)
Should he tell Kevin to stop? Set up some ground rules? He's probably going to snap after another day of a full inbox.]
Action!
Hello~! [A voice cheerfully called out, followed by Kazuya himself boldly clambering through the open window into the living room proper] Kevvy! You here? I've come to visit!
[What is using the front door]
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Any panic William might have felt was cut short by the word "Kevvy." Was that some sort of pet name for Kevin? Ewww, gross.
...so was this a secret boyfriend of Kevin's coming in for a, what was the word, booty call? Or a gambling friend coming into collect a debt?
Sighing, William got up from his totally important research and strode into the living room.]
You better have not broken that blasted window.
[Otherwise he's gonna make you pay. Whoever you are.]
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text; IC 5/10; afternoon
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Action: Kaz comes out of the demon closet - post-prom log
He had managed to get up to William's window at least, and even opened it - but he hadn't dared cross the threshold of the windowsill itself. Instead he was sort of slumped over it, his cheek resting atop of crossed arms, and his feet pressed against the slight groove of the outside wall to keep himself in an otherwise impossible position. A normal human would've fallen off by now, but for Kaz, he didn't even have to think about this minor defiance of basic physics]
...ugh, what am I doing...? Just 'cuz Minny was fine with it...
[He looked into William's apartment - he timed this when he couldn't sense Kevin on the premises, but he could still smell William about - but couldn't muster the energy to enter or leave. So he just sighed and started scratching nonsensical shapes into the windowsill.
So, uh, yeah, a strange sight for William to see when he wandered into his living room...]
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He'd made himself some tea and was about to into the living room when he saw a weirdo sitting in his window.
No wait, it was just Kazuya. Who was mauling his windowsill.]
You are going to pay if we lose the deposit.
[But well, anyways...]
Are you going to come in or not?
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text; IC 6/7; late afternoon
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voice - 06/08
Eh, um, hey, sorry it's late but, uh, you- um, you busy right now?
[And he sounds suspiciously... nervous]
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Mmmm, no. What is it?
[He'd have snapped, but he can here the nerves there.]
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6/25 - Yanderebot Event [Voice]
Ring, ring, ring~! ♪ Congratulatiooooons! You're our lucky winner for the Hiro Kageyama S.O.S Campaign!
[And then, his voice shifts to something a little more urgent.]
Real talk, Willie. Are you alive and did you touch your robot?
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Though when Hiro called, William's first thought was "you sound like a scam artist." And then he mentioned the second part.]
No I didn't. It seemed risky, sad as it is to deprive this place of a double of me.
[Yeah that ego being in tact should say everything.]
I am doing fine. Though Kevin activated his without thinking and has been engaged in combat with it.
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backdated a bit, around the end of June; text
if anyone should say or do any hanky-panky.
Lest this should happen to himself, he screwed his uncle's
own wife and swore the uncle to silence.
Now he does what he wishes: even should he force
his own uncle to suck him off, the uncle would say not a word.
[LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE, WILLIAM.]
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Though I am also impressed.
[Conflicted now. So conflicted.]
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backdated to pre-interlude, first week of Julyish
can I talk to you about something
I promise it's not about me being dead or anything
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But the fact that you had to qualify it makes it sound ominous.
But what is it?
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