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[be_my_me]

*with his 30th birthday looming ever nearer, Valentine has begun to fret. he may be found sitting in front of a mirror, examining his face and hair for any sign of age*

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[winestains]

*ruffles his hair (a little, mind you) from behind and laughs* And just what are you doing? Staring at you is my job.

[be_my_me]

*smiles, worriedly, and continues looking in the mirror (also, catches Osric's hand and kisses it)* Hast not thou found'st that job more difficult of late?

[winestains]

*after the kiss, runs his fingertips along Valentine's cheek* Nope. It's still one of my favourite things to do.

[be_my_me]

Then... thou dost not think me old?