two ✻ in the heat of the night

[chairplay]

Characters: Those listed here!
Location: ALL OVER THE BUBBLE
Time: Evening, Saturday night!
Style: You choose, dear victims.
Status: Openish!

[Sometime during the day, you have found on your doorstep (or where ever you call home), a bouquet of roses and a love note. What does it say? Why, that's up to you. It says what you would want to hear for

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Blood Dupre | Tiir Rumibul

[chairplay]

[Date Location:

Tonight we are going for a jog around the bubble followed by a work out at the gym. Get that blood flowing!]

[hatterdupre]

[Approaching, the man wasn't against at least getting a good work out. Stay limber and all of that. Even if the invitation was rather strange, he figures if the person isn't to his liking he'll just be rid of them once and for all.]

[demoniacals]

[In all honesty, Tiir has neither an interest nor in working out, but this all seems like too much of a joke to just ignore, and so he finds himself heading to the designated area, looking completely at ease.]

Ah, so you're the one that I was to meet with...?

[hatterdupre]

[Just that look over to the other.]

Oh, a boy.

[Now there was a stretch.]

I suppose since we're both designated to meet here, it's safe to assume that we're to meet.

[demoniacals]

I am male, correct. And it would seem so, wouldn't it? Though by your words, I assume then that you weren't the one who wrote that letter.

[hatterdupre]

Hardly, I save my love letter writing for people I actually know. And I'm sure you had no hand in writing out this.

Either way, you seemed just as curious.

[demoniacals]

Then I suppose we were both led here by our curiosity. What do you intend to do now?

[hatterdupre]

Well, I'm not particularly interested in any romantic ties. Sorry, you're just not my type.

But you can accompany me on a walk, feel free to indulge me on who you are and what you do.

[demoniacals]

The feeling's mutual.

[...]

Oh? Well, I suppose I don't have anything else to do for the night.

[hatterdupre]

Reasonable.

[And he begins his leisurely stroll]

Neither do. I am Blood Dupre, and you would be?

[demoniacals]

Tiir Rumibul.

Blood, is it? That's certainly an interesting name.

[hatterdupre]

Is it now? I haven't given it much thought. Afterall, what was that quote...

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."

Isn't that right, Tiir?

[demoniacals]

I can't say that I've ever heard of that quote, unfortunately. However, it's hardly a bad name-simply not one that I would expect a parent to give their child.