[Event 012] Valentine's Day
Participants: All nations!
Can people just hop in?: Yes, please.
Where: The Coffee Lounge/Break Room
When: Valentine's Day
What: A celebration for the Day of Love ♥
Summary: After vetoing Romius' idea of a "company-wide blind dating event", Gerald suggested that the employees be allowed to part-take in chocolate fountains for the special day.
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[+] Romius sighed lightly, taking a sip of a nearby glass of wine as he ran his free hand through his wet hair, having just come out of the shower with Gerald. "Tomorrow is Valentine’s day, you know," he muttered as he let his towel wrapped buttocks hit the cushion of their leather couch.
[-] Gerald unconsciously mimicked the sigh as he dried his hair off. "I know, Romius," he said, without much sting in his words. "It's hard to miss the ridiculous decorations the shops around here have taken up for the occasion."
[+] Romius patted the empty space next to him idly, calling for Gerald to sit near him, though expecting to be brushed off. He smiled up at Gerald and waved his hand weakly. "Come now, it is not so bad. People just get excited about a holiday about being together. Is that so bad?" He leaned back into the cushions, waiting.
[-] Pointedly ignoring the invitation, Gerald continued tending to his hair. "Perhaps the latter isn't so. However, even /you/ must think some of those decorations and products tasteless."
[+] "True," he smirked, sipping his wine again before continuing, "I suppose the unzipable panties, leather riding crops, and other such items in a display seen by children are a bit much. However, the apron on 4th street is a gift I thought you might enjoy-- you know, the one with the flap in that special area. I am disappointed, my gift idea is ruined!” He tilted his head backwards, using the back of his palm on his head to make himself look spectacularly injured. He snickered a bit and watched him play with his hair in the nearby mirror. How he loved Gerald’s long hair, especially after a shower when it smelled so wonderfully herbal. He held back the urge to just get up off the couch and play with it.
[-] Expecting a comment of that sort, Gerald simply crumpled the towel he held into a ball and flung it at Romius' face. "I better not be finding strange gifts from you around the penthouse tomorrow." He shot Romius a warning glare then stalked off to his room, re-emerging a few minutes later fully clothed.
[+] "Oh, but you would look so good in them!" He pouted playfully and laughed as the towel made contact with his face, this action only amusing him more so as Gerald stalked off. As Gerald re-emerged, Romius patted the cushion next to him again. He still sat in nothing more than a towel, his curly hair still wet and all over the place. "Well, as for tomorrow, I was thinking a small morale booster might be in order."
[-] "Morale booster?" Gerald frowned, thrown off by the non-sequitor. "Oh, I see. For the Nation Corp employees." Romius' suggestion was already ringing warning bells in his mind, as Gerald knew perfectly well what sort of things "morale booster" would entail when it came to Romius.
[+] Romius smiled and nodded some, standing up and wrapping his arms around Gerald’s waist craftily, pulling him down to sit next to him, no longer taking the ignorance of his invitation as an appropriate answer. "Well, I figured, perhaps, some sort of blind date--"
[-] It was exactly as Gerald had feared, then. He frowned at Romius, gaze deeply skeptical. "And how, might I ask, would a blind date boost the employees' morale? What if some do not /want/ to be involved in dating on Valentine’s Day?"
[+] Romius frowned lightly, knowing that the man in front of him held such skeptics about all his plans. Simultaneous with opening his mouth, his hands moved forward as well, braiding Gerald’s hair as he worked himself through his explanation. "Well, I understand that but, shouldn't everyone feel the grip of love at least once in their life?"
[-] "You shouldn't force them to," Gerald countered gently. "Some of those who do not want to participate will only feel pressured because you, the President, organized the event."
[+] Romius blinked, pausing his braiding for a moment, reconsidering himself. His frown softened and began to reshape as a gentle smiled. Romius continued braiding again, sighing some, "I guess. That makes sense. Here, turn your head to the left, I will braid the other side. Face me." He paused and waited for him to move, adding softly, "If not that then what would be best? Something involving chocolate would do I suppose..." He sighed a bit harder, having had thought up a lot of things to be incorporated in his blind date plan. Well, first things first, he would have to cancel the kissing booth.
[-] "Nothing that would send any of our employees running, Romius," Gerald warned, turning his head. Chocolate sounded innocent enough, but with Romius planning the event, chocolate would end up being a messy, messy affair.
[+] "I know, I know. Man, people have become much more prudish in this day and age. I swear, back when I was a kid, you would be having all sorts of adventures in love before you had even hit elementary education!" He finished the braid on the left side and stood up for a moment to retrieve rubber bands from the bathroom. Returning, he wrapped them around the ends of the braids with a smile. "Finished both, what do you think? “ As he waited for a reply, his brain started off on a new track of thought. He reached over to the table and to his glass, taking another sip of his wine again. "Maybe just a few chocolate fountains... offer a small raffle for charity or something.”
[-] Gerald nodded, glad to hear this much more reasonable option come from the older Italian. "Chocolate fountains for dipping fruits--I think that would work perfectly, considering chocolate's affiliation with the holiday." He sighed. "I believe the employees will be satisfied with this arrangement, as well."
[+] "Hmm, on the note of satisfaction; what about you? What do you want for Valentine’s day?" He stood up and walked behind the couch and Germania, taking the two braids and tying them in the back to create a heart shaped knot of sorts.
[-] Keeping his face blank, Gerald imagined the gifts Romius could possibly give him--including the ones he'd mentioned earlier. "I must decline," he started, and then simply said: "I do not want anything, especially given how dubious your gifts are, at times."
[+] Romius blinked and pulled a bit more on the braids with a smirk. "Aww, come on. My gifts are not quite that bad. If you just took a bit of time to enjoy them. Besides I saw a very cute outfit the other day you'd look great in--"
[-] "No," Gerald cut Romius off, not bothering to listen to the rest of it. "And your gifts are atrocious to anyone but you. Please stop giving me your purchases from the questionable stores."
[+] "Actually," He glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the wall, realizing it was after 12 already. "I guess it's about time." He walked into his room, the room he used when Gerald put him in the dog house and reemerged a few minutes later with a seemingly heavy box, wrapped in heart paper. "Too late now, open it."
[-] Gerald stared at the box with narrowed eyes. "What," he hissed, "did I just say?" He leaned back, refusing to even touch the gift.
[+] He sighed and moved to rub Gerald’s shoulders playfully, still amused by the heart shaped braid on the back of his head. "Come on, just open it. How could I have changed what you just said when I prepared this a week ago? I promise you it will be good, so just open it!" He leaned in and rested his chin on Gerald's shoulder, waiting patiently like a dog with a treat on his nose.
[-] "If it is even remotely offensive, you will find sleeping quarters elsewhere...for a week," Gerald told him without much sympathy. With that, he began to open the box.
[+] Rome struggled somewhat and gasped. "Oh no, don't open it! I don't want to sleep on the couch!" He wailed, though almost helping Gerald open the box. A distinct smell began wafting through the air.
[-] Gerald was just thinking that he shouldn't have lowered his guard, and turned to Romius to deliver an impressive rebuke, when he caught the scent of the box's contents. He paused and looked inside, and seeing the beer and sausages, gave an irritated sigh. "You," he told Romius, "are safe. For now."
[+] He smirked and hugged him from behind with a laugh, his towel still tied around his waist from their shower. "I called your mom and had the sausages delivered from your favorite place, then the beer was imported from a brewery I know back Munich. Fufufu~! The best part is that I don't have to sleep on the couch."
[-] "I might decide to let you sleep there for pulling that prank," Gerald said. He was, admittedly, impressed that Romius had managed to restrain himself and purchase normal gifts for once.
[+] He moved his hands up further to Gerald’s mid-abdomen area to pull Gerald back some and cup him to his chest with a warm embrace across his chest. "Happy Valentine’s day, Ger-Bear." He kissed him on the temple sweetly.
[-] "Hmph." Gerald only looked disgruntled, opting to say silent than deliver the same words. However, he allowed Romius to carry that action through without pushing him away until much later.
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The lounge room is filled with chocolate fountains just for this event, and fruit is arranged on platters all around. The rose petals scattered across the tables only add to the atmosphere. Surely, any kind of chocolate would be a good way to start off Valentine's Day...
Can people just hop in?: Yes, please.
Where: The Coffee Lounge/Break Room
When: Valentine's Day
What: A celebration for the Day of Love ♥
Summary: After vetoing Romius' idea of a "company-wide blind dating event", Gerald suggested that the employees be allowed to part-take in chocolate fountains for the special day.
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[+] Romius sighed lightly, taking a sip of a nearby glass of wine as he ran his free hand through his wet hair, having just come out of the shower with Gerald. "Tomorrow is Valentine’s day, you know," he muttered as he let his towel wrapped buttocks hit the cushion of their leather couch.
[-] Gerald unconsciously mimicked the sigh as he dried his hair off. "I know, Romius," he said, without much sting in his words. "It's hard to miss the ridiculous decorations the shops around here have taken up for the occasion."
[+] Romius patted the empty space next to him idly, calling for Gerald to sit near him, though expecting to be brushed off. He smiled up at Gerald and waved his hand weakly. "Come now, it is not so bad. People just get excited about a holiday about being together. Is that so bad?" He leaned back into the cushions, waiting.
[-] Pointedly ignoring the invitation, Gerald continued tending to his hair. "Perhaps the latter isn't so. However, even /you/ must think some of those decorations and products tasteless."
[+] "True," he smirked, sipping his wine again before continuing, "I suppose the unzipable panties, leather riding crops, and other such items in a display seen by children are a bit much. However, the apron on 4th street is a gift I thought you might enjoy-- you know, the one with the flap in that special area. I am disappointed, my gift idea is ruined!” He tilted his head backwards, using the back of his palm on his head to make himself look spectacularly injured. He snickered a bit and watched him play with his hair in the nearby mirror. How he loved Gerald’s long hair, especially after a shower when it smelled so wonderfully herbal. He held back the urge to just get up off the couch and play with it.
[-] Expecting a comment of that sort, Gerald simply crumpled the towel he held into a ball and flung it at Romius' face. "I better not be finding strange gifts from you around the penthouse tomorrow." He shot Romius a warning glare then stalked off to his room, re-emerging a few minutes later fully clothed.
[+] "Oh, but you would look so good in them!" He pouted playfully and laughed as the towel made contact with his face, this action only amusing him more so as Gerald stalked off. As Gerald re-emerged, Romius patted the cushion next to him again. He still sat in nothing more than a towel, his curly hair still wet and all over the place. "Well, as for tomorrow, I was thinking a small morale booster might be in order."
[-] "Morale booster?" Gerald frowned, thrown off by the non-sequitor. "Oh, I see. For the Nation Corp employees." Romius' suggestion was already ringing warning bells in his mind, as Gerald knew perfectly well what sort of things "morale booster" would entail when it came to Romius.
[+] Romius smiled and nodded some, standing up and wrapping his arms around Gerald’s waist craftily, pulling him down to sit next to him, no longer taking the ignorance of his invitation as an appropriate answer. "Well, I figured, perhaps, some sort of blind date--"
[-] It was exactly as Gerald had feared, then. He frowned at Romius, gaze deeply skeptical. "And how, might I ask, would a blind date boost the employees' morale? What if some do not /want/ to be involved in dating on Valentine’s Day?"
[+] Romius frowned lightly, knowing that the man in front of him held such skeptics about all his plans. Simultaneous with opening his mouth, his hands moved forward as well, braiding Gerald’s hair as he worked himself through his explanation. "Well, I understand that but, shouldn't everyone feel the grip of love at least once in their life?"
[-] "You shouldn't force them to," Gerald countered gently. "Some of those who do not want to participate will only feel pressured because you, the President, organized the event."
[+] Romius blinked, pausing his braiding for a moment, reconsidering himself. His frown softened and began to reshape as a gentle smiled. Romius continued braiding again, sighing some, "I guess. That makes sense. Here, turn your head to the left, I will braid the other side. Face me." He paused and waited for him to move, adding softly, "If not that then what would be best? Something involving chocolate would do I suppose..." He sighed a bit harder, having had thought up a lot of things to be incorporated in his blind date plan. Well, first things first, he would have to cancel the kissing booth.
[-] "Nothing that would send any of our employees running, Romius," Gerald warned, turning his head. Chocolate sounded innocent enough, but with Romius planning the event, chocolate would end up being a messy, messy affair.
[+] "I know, I know. Man, people have become much more prudish in this day and age. I swear, back when I was a kid, you would be having all sorts of adventures in love before you had even hit elementary education!" He finished the braid on the left side and stood up for a moment to retrieve rubber bands from the bathroom. Returning, he wrapped them around the ends of the braids with a smile. "Finished both, what do you think? “ As he waited for a reply, his brain started off on a new track of thought. He reached over to the table and to his glass, taking another sip of his wine again. "Maybe just a few chocolate fountains... offer a small raffle for charity or something.”
[-] Gerald nodded, glad to hear this much more reasonable option come from the older Italian. "Chocolate fountains for dipping fruits--I think that would work perfectly, considering chocolate's affiliation with the holiday." He sighed. "I believe the employees will be satisfied with this arrangement, as well."
[+] "Hmm, on the note of satisfaction; what about you? What do you want for Valentine’s day?" He stood up and walked behind the couch and Germania, taking the two braids and tying them in the back to create a heart shaped knot of sorts.
[-] Keeping his face blank, Gerald imagined the gifts Romius could possibly give him--including the ones he'd mentioned earlier. "I must decline," he started, and then simply said: "I do not want anything, especially given how dubious your gifts are, at times."
[+] Romius blinked and pulled a bit more on the braids with a smirk. "Aww, come on. My gifts are not quite that bad. If you just took a bit of time to enjoy them. Besides I saw a very cute outfit the other day you'd look great in--"
[-] "No," Gerald cut Romius off, not bothering to listen to the rest of it. "And your gifts are atrocious to anyone but you. Please stop giving me your purchases from the questionable stores."
[+] "Actually," He glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the wall, realizing it was after 12 already. "I guess it's about time." He walked into his room, the room he used when Gerald put him in the dog house and reemerged a few minutes later with a seemingly heavy box, wrapped in heart paper. "Too late now, open it."
[-] Gerald stared at the box with narrowed eyes. "What," he hissed, "did I just say?" He leaned back, refusing to even touch the gift.
[+] He sighed and moved to rub Gerald’s shoulders playfully, still amused by the heart shaped braid on the back of his head. "Come on, just open it. How could I have changed what you just said when I prepared this a week ago? I promise you it will be good, so just open it!" He leaned in and rested his chin on Gerald's shoulder, waiting patiently like a dog with a treat on his nose.
[-] "If it is even remotely offensive, you will find sleeping quarters elsewhere...for a week," Gerald told him without much sympathy. With that, he began to open the box.
[+] Rome struggled somewhat and gasped. "Oh no, don't open it! I don't want to sleep on the couch!" He wailed, though almost helping Gerald open the box. A distinct smell began wafting through the air.
[-] Gerald was just thinking that he shouldn't have lowered his guard, and turned to Romius to deliver an impressive rebuke, when he caught the scent of the box's contents. He paused and looked inside, and seeing the beer and sausages, gave an irritated sigh. "You," he told Romius, "are safe. For now."
[+] He smirked and hugged him from behind with a laugh, his towel still tied around his waist from their shower. "I called your mom and had the sausages delivered from your favorite place, then the beer was imported from a brewery I know back Munich. Fufufu~! The best part is that I don't have to sleep on the couch."
[-] "I might decide to let you sleep there for pulling that prank," Gerald said. He was, admittedly, impressed that Romius had managed to restrain himself and purchase normal gifts for once.
[+] He moved his hands up further to Gerald’s mid-abdomen area to pull Gerald back some and cup him to his chest with a warm embrace across his chest. "Happy Valentine’s day, Ger-Bear." He kissed him on the temple sweetly.
[-] "Hmph." Gerald only looked disgruntled, opting to say silent than deliver the same words. However, he allowed Romius to carry that action through without pushing him away until much later.
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The lounge room is filled with chocolate fountains just for this event, and fruit is arranged on platters all around. The rose petals scattered across the tables only add to the atmosphere. Surely, any kind of chocolate would be a good way to start off Valentine's Day...