HOLLY HEIGHTS • IC MAILBOX

[dogsitter]

1419
Yuri Lowell here! Or rather, not here. Leave whatever you want to talk to me about here and I'll try to get back to you.

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[skyfetish]

[ in your mailbox there will be a package of wooden comb and the hairtie that was lent to Alto + a new one. there's a note that says "Thanks a lot." ]

[dogsitter]

[Yuri appreciates the gift! He's been needing a new hair comb anyways.]

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[navelgeneral]

[ Say you've got a few colourful roses to get rid of. It's supposed to be a romantic gesture, probably, but Sharrkan doesn't know any cute girls to pass them onto and he doesn't know too many guys either! But he knows Yuri well enough. Yuri likes swords so he can't be all bad, and he'll understand if Sharrkan has to get rid of these things to get his sword back. There shouldn't be any awkward misunderstandings. ]

Yuri, are ya in there?

[ He raps his knuckles against 1419's door. A little too rough because he's not used to, uh, manners. ]

It's Sharrkan, lemme in!

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[dogsitter]

[Yuri had just been in the middle of making lunch, he had just finished cutting up some vegetables so he wasn't too terribly involved with anything at the moment.]

Yeah yeah, I could recognize ya by the voice! [He quickly washed of his hands before going to answer the door, he might not as been the most polite either, but at least he was fairly mindful of his hygiene!

He quickly dried off his hands as he went over to open the door to the other swordsmen, letting him step inside the house.]

What brings you on over to my crib place today?

[navelgeneral]

[ Making lunch and knowing how to use a sword? Consider Yuri bumped up once more spot in Sharrkan's book. They really did have more in common than being trapped in a weird world totally unlike their own, and he'd have to get to know the guy a little better. What better way to do that than give him a stupid rose? ]

Y'know those four colourful roses we got the other day? I've got one left.

[ He whips one out from...wait. Is that a homemade sword sheath on his belt? It is! Man, Sharrkan. You really do need to get a life. Anyway! The rose is lavender and he's holding it out to Yuri with all the romance of a flower vase. ]

Thought it'd be easier to give to someone I knew a bit about, rather than a total stranger.

[dogsitter]

[What a good coincidence! Yuri just so happens to have a rose of his own left to give, so Yuri is relieved Sharrkan came over because he had been stuck on figuring out who to give the last one too anyways.]

No problem with you givin' me one if you'll take my last one off of my hands. I got a blue one, I'll get it from the living room in a little bit. Since ya came all the way over here you wanna stay to eat while you're at it?

[Yuri had made more than enough, and he didn't see any harm in having Sharrkan have some of his meal since he was over anyways. Might as well try out this whole friendship bonding thing while he was stuck in this place anyways.]

[navelgeneral]

[ So coincidental it might well've been planned out ahead of time! No way that could happen. These guys're on the same wavelength, that's all. Put it down to their swordsmen spirits. ]

Sure, no reason why not. Better than going out into the cold so soon, at least, and it's not every day a guy scores a free meal in exchange for a little lavender flower.

[ That's not only a yes, but it's not too true either. He got a meal out of another one of his roses too. Good times with unintentional mooching. ]

[dogsitter]

[Great swordsmen think alike, clearly! Better than people who didn't have a sword!]

Tell me about it, 'sides, there's nothing better than a hot meal when it's cold out there like it is right now. Fills you right up and keeps you warm. Just take a seat right over there [he points to the table that had already been set up with placemats] and I shouldn't take much longer. You alright with some beef curry?

[As he was talking. he went back to checking on the pot of food, stirring ever so often to make sure everything looked alright. ]

[navelgeneral]

[ Before he makes his way over to the table, Sharrkan peers over Yuri's shoulder to get a good look at what's cookin'. Since you can't go wrong with a classic beef curry, he's looking out of curiosity and nothing more. His mind is already made up. The smell of a homemade meal only sealed the deal. ]

Sounds good, smells good, let's hope it tastes good too. [ And he sets himself down in a chair. ] You got any booze to go along with it?

[ Don't ask, don't get. And there isn't a trace of shame in his question. ]

[dogsitter]

You got nothin' to worry about. I'm a pretty good chef if I do say so myself! [He takes out two large bowls from the cupboard, if he was going to eat, he was going to make sure he got his fill!

His food selection at home wasn't always the best or most plentiful, so he was thankful for the copious amount he got here.

He spoons out a good, large serving of the curry with some rice to go along with it. With a bowl of the steaming and fragrant food in each hand, he walks over to the table to set them both down.]

Booze? 'Fraid we're going to have to go without, we ran out last night and we haven't had much of a chance yet to go get some more.

[lessor]

[ Normally, the regains and notices have been pretty nonchalant in their delivery, other than their piercing punctuality and synchronization. This time, though, the delivery is a tad bit more aggressive.

A journal will come to you in one of two ways, depending on your house and its set up. If you'd imagine your house has a mail slot in its door, then it will come shooting through, skittering across your floor. If you'd rather just have your one mail delivery system, your mailbox, then your journal will be chunked through your window. The glaring hole will be fixed by tomorrow.

If you're brave enough to pick it up, there will be be a piece of paper roped to it with a thin length of packaging twine. The paper states plainly Use your christmas key.

If your character remembers, their gift for fulfilling the Christmas event was a key gifted to them on New Years, which attached itself to their keyring after they accepted it. And yet another if: if they remember they can open it with this key.

And if they open it, they'll find this. Checking back on it every once in awhile might be a good idea. ]

[surfeits]

[Because he usually only contacts people when he feels it is necessary he never bothered to speak to Yuri before. Now it seems like he has no choice in the matter.]

I'm giving you three seconds to get your mutt out of my room.

[dogsitter]

Or what? You're going to pout and whine like you always do?

[surfeits]

[He does not! What a mistake contacting this guy. Why does he have to deal with such person.]

Your dog is dead.

[dogsitter]

[ The very concept of Repede being supposedly dead in such a short time span doesn't even make Yuri bat an eyelash. ]

Repede is practically half a foot taller than you are. Crap attempt at a bluff, kid.

[surfeits]

[Of course he really wouldn't do anything like to the dog. Repede, whatever. It was all that guy's fault. Couldn't he keep his dog away from other people.]

Don't call me that!
But never mind about the dog.

[He would deal with this on his own. He just isn't sure how to go about this. He never had a dog so there is going to be a lot of standing in his room looking at it.]

Out! [And pointing to the door... works on people.]

[dogsitter]

[ Yuri would of been just a bit more inclined to give Leon advice regarding Repede, but the guys attitude did not bode well with him. So letting him squirm for awhile was his plan for now. ]

Or what are you gunna do if I dont, kid?

[ Repede, much like his owner has a similar manner of just not caring. Not to mention while the dog was naturally quite guarded and defensive around people, he upped those instincts the second he arrived in Holly Heights.

As soon as he hears Leon raise his voice, he raised his head up from his nap and simply stared at the boy with a blank stare. After a few blinks and licking his muzzle, he lowered his head once again and shifted his body to get back to sleep. ]

[surfeits]

[He had not really believed that would work. Yet why does he feel embarrassed? Besides its appearance there really is something odd about this dog. As far as he knew he has never seen a dog like this one. Then again he doesn't know about dogs.

Looking at the dog isn't going to get it out and as far as he could tell that Yuri is useless. Right, he got a message from that guy.]

Absolutely nothing.

[But fine Yuri. If that's how it is going to be. The dog can stay in his room. It would just have to keep him company for a long while. He closes the door and locks it. ]

[fontastically]

[These aren't in the mailbox because they sort of live in the same house as of recently. Instead, they will actually be found on the kitchen counter with Yuri's name on a sticky note on top of them. New oven mitts just because!]

SCREAMS

[dogsitter]

[ Yuri kind of just.

Stares.

Granted he had been needing some new ones since Repede though his last pair was a toy, but.

Last time he checked, his long hair didn't make him a girl.

Maybe these were a mistake...? ]

[fontastically]

[Who said anything about Yuri being a girl? Certainly the oven mitts did not as they are unable to speak. They can't even make appropriate eye contact!

Ion is soon entering the kitchen only to see... the staring. He doesn't look like he has turned into stone or anything but the man's expression may say otherwise, really.]

Mr. Yuri, are you alright?

[dogsitter]

Uh...yeah I am. Just wondering who's oven mitts these are. [ Ion's voice snaps him out of his trance. He looks at the boy with a slightly confused look as he flapped around the mitts. ]

[fontastically]

I'm sorry for the confusion. I had left them for you. I know you work at the Honeybee so maybe there would have been use for a spare pair. And I appreciate what you do here in the house.

[Even with Ion not being here for too long.]

[dogsitter]

[ Oh.

Oh.

Yuri blinks back for a bit, at this point he's mostly over the fact that they're so frilly and pink, but now he's a bit more surprised he got such a gift after such a short amount of time.

BUT. Regardless, it would be rude, and jut douchey to not accept! So with a bit of an awkward laugh, he waves them around a bit and nods. ] Ah, yeah actually! Thanks for remembering. It's....nice of you to do so.

[fontastically]

[He isn't about to question the way the man laughs and simply nods in response.]

You're rather skilled when it comes to your job. It would be difficult to forget.

[...]

I suppose it would have been better to ask how you felt ahead of time as maybe the Honeybee provides you with new mitts when you need them.