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[prinzzofhell]

*he hasn't forgotten-- no need to worry so; his typist was away longer than she expected and that is all ('forgive the lateness' is what we are going for here)*

Angel. Come here.

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[godsayshi]

*forgiven, of course~*

*-- and he can't help the rather ridiculously happy smile* Beelzebub?

[prinzzofhell]

*Beelzebub, on his part, has only a slight smirk* Angel, what would make thee happiezzzzt thizzz day?

[godsayshi]

*likely could not stop smiling if he tried -- such is the plight of the angel* Anything with you.

[prinzzofhell]

Thou'rt no help.

[godsayshi]

Did you really need help?

[prinzzofhell]

I shall azzzk thee again when the night izzz through. *laughs* Art thou hungry?

[godsayshi]

*going to ignore that, thank you very much* *...does, however, brighten a little* I am, actually.

[prinzzofhell]

Good. *kisses Meta's hand* I know a quiet little plazz in Franzzz.

[godsayshi]

*aaand cue further beaming* I would like that. I haven't been to France in years.

[prinzzofhell]

Tonight, thou wilt.

[godsayshi]

Wonderful. *any more asterisks describing the happiness of the angelthing would be ridiculous*

[prinzzofhell]

Dinner by candlelight, something for dezzzert... *grins* What elzzz wouldzzt thou? At midnight we shall have a cruizzz along the Rhine.

[godsayshi]

*adds, solemnly* Chocolate mousse. *-- and tilts his head* That sounds perfect.

[prinzzofhell]

*less solemnly* Of courzzz.

Then Eizzwein from the vineyardzzz and a few nightzzz in a cazztle, if it pleazz thee. *leans to kiss him* It will pleazz thee.

[godsayshi]

*will return the kiss, reaching to take his hand* Of course it will. How could it not?

[prinzzofhell]

*takes both his hands* When I'm there? No idea.