so, um. hello, everyone. 👋 pardon the absence! nothing drastic happened, of that i can assure you. it’s simply been… well, let’s just say a very *interesting* month of may.

( waking up with a start. something just happened. )

ooc! SORRY FOR BEING QUIET UH!!! GUESS WHO HAS A JOB

ooc! sorry for the lack of posts y’all!!!! between being sick, my family coming to visit, and The Evil White Boy Hyperfixation (heated r*valry) i’ve been KNACKERED lately

ooc! sunday posts may be a little delayed/absent today folks 😔 mick is still Sick and Suffering

this whole situation reminds me of the debacle with professor blue and ser lance earlier this week. except… …well, i won’t speak too much on *my* thoughts on it, but this one seems far less intentional. 💧

terribly sorry to mister bruno and mister will that…*this* happened to you. my condolences. ah— surely, i’m forgetting something…

my god, WHAT goes on here when i’m absent?

ooc! i think . i misjudged the size of the shaved ice at this restaurant

good morning! i’m…admittedly not feeling too good this morning. but let’s all get out there and do our best!

eheh...tired, my love, *tired.* i made the mistake of having a coffee around nine to try and finish as much as i could of my thesis. you can imagine how *that* went over... ( his hands writhe in his lap, soft shapes moving across his vision—his body settles for a low, rumbling yawn instead. )

( ...a small, defeated sigh. that side-eye burns at his peripherals. he can't keep things quiet for the life of him. ) sorry for...always being up so early, my love. i really don't mean it. work's just had me *knackered* lately.

( shhhhhh. no need to worry about that. tea time. ❤️ )

...kanjoh's league is...well. it's certainly fascinating.

( and that’s all he’ll say about that. )

( thank god for bruno. he doesn't think his poor heart—or head, or blood supply—would be able to suffer much more of this. )

( holding out a cup of tea. he's already awake. don't ask why he's already awake. tea for steven. )

( STARING AT HIS FEET. DO NOT REACT. DO *NOT* REACT. YOUR POKER FACE IS INCREDIBLE, OLIVER. YOU DEFINITELY LOOK VERY NORMAL RIGHT NOW. )

( ... )

( TRYING NOT TO SPIT OUT HIS WATER? )

( accidentally made the mistake of having a coffee late at night. the sleepies are evading him. )

( resting with his head against steven’s lap, smiling tenderly as the other’s hand combs through his hair. he fixes his glasses, before ultimately choosing to take them off and put them elsewhere. ) i did, my dearest, don’t worry. i’ve been able to rest plenty.

oh, please don’t be embarrassed, my sweet steven. you’ve given many of us plenty of joy; it’s wonderful to be able to keep up with your day-to-day life. ✨

now this? *this* is a sunday trend that i can get behind! ✨

okay, well—*not really!* i can't stand the thought of restraints, if i'm being honest. i'm *terribly* claustrophobic. 💧

*WHAT* DO YOU MEAN BY THIS.

the comments from last week were ridiculous— my waist can't 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 be 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 small, can it? 💧 [ #ptrp x #seductivesunday ]

it's always fascinating to see how trainers grow after they challenge you—and vice versa! it's so interesting to see those minute changes in the league over time. 🎶

( he cannot be stopped forever. he's getting out of bed for a cup of tea. )

( sneef. he’s up too early. )

to this day, her cognitive dissonance astounds me.

fun flying-type fact of the day! when a gligar moves to attack its prey, it has a habit of aiming for its prey's face above anything else. it glides down as if sliding, before clamping onto the opponent's face and going in with its venomous stinger. quite a brutal attack for such a wee thing!

i love you too, my sweet steven.

anyway! um! fun facts incoming!

mhm! your metagross cup. it'll be waiting in your office for you.

of course, darling. i'll put it in your favourite cup. ✨

you're insane.

not at all, my love. come; i'll get you some tea.

he is NOT my friend and NOTHING of note happened.

oh, my sweet steven... the hounds won't get you, i'll make sure of that. you needn't worry about a thing.

I'M SORRY?

besides, there are plenty of better things to talk about this morning than being...well, *lascivious!* let me see if i can drum up a fun bird fact for today. ✨

THE *HOUNDS?*

i don't think i want to hear a word from you, actually.

steveeennnn. noooooooo. :(

never before have i seen a pot so quick to call a kettle black.

i see we're back on this discussion again. 💧

lance...please, i mean it. let me... ( he trails off, of course, not wanting to push too hard to have lance think one way or the other. instead, he simply buries his face in the other's waiting clavicle, still trailing his hand across lance's features ever so gently. ) i love you, eternally.

is something the matter? moreover, is...it something that i can help with? ( his hand tenderly traces lines across the other's countenance, thumbing over slight wrinkles in his skin and watching as that faint smile finally rises to the surface. ) please, if i can lighten your burden at all...