#⚕ ⦅ Candlelight dinner. ⦆⠀⠀/ Galdinoverse .

[medicus-felini]

My Monster™ carried me through this.

I have a love/hate relationship with colored artwork. Anyway. My fellow Liddols fans: dinner is served.

( summons @waxgentleman )

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Christmas Special Candle Service! 🎄🎅🎁 If Kara Barai was already a cheerful island usually, during the holidays it reached its peak.  Many customs and cultures meshed together, celebrating that end of the year in their own way. It wasn't ideal to be happy that Victoria Punk had been damaged in their last voyage, Mr 3 knows. To the point that it would take a month to repairs being made? Especially during the holidays? His guardian angel was really working hard. Getting "along" with Mr Eustass…meeting Linn. A blessed year indeed. On that day, he scouted the Mink behind the main tent, where more traditional decorations were put. While he would love to boast himself and explain the cultural significance of things, that day Galdino seemed half-hearted doing it. Often doing too short explanations, his head was clearly in another place even if he held the woman by the arm during their walking.  " Pardon me, ….. My mind has been all over the place since I saw the state of your crew's ship, ga ne. Going after Mr Shanks. Mr Eustass really.. has such strong will. Admirable."  As messy their schedule was, that crew kept consistent two to three months visits to exchange marines there. That time took a little longer, obviously there was something wrong. His pessimistic stance couldn't bear to imagine waiting for them without news or any sign that they would be ok somewhere. That anxiety was his own fault for letting himself get too attached.  He pauses under one of the cone trees that was decorated with colorful lights.  " Missy Linn, forgive me. But.. I'll be giving your gift a little early this time or I won't be able to rest at all. " From inside a little blue striped letter, a nice folded paper is shown at Galdino palm. When left by itself it starts to drag itself in his direction. " I'm sure you know what a vivre card is, do you? Missy Linn." " For christmas…. Would you have this? I..If anything happens, independent if your crew needs to exchange marines or not. I would—without doubt help in any way possible, ga ne. If you need anything, please.. this will let you find me anywhere. ” “ If it isn't too bold of myself…. to ask for my own gift. Would you lend me your vivre card as well? I..If my letters one day return and you and your crew take too long to return I’ll just.. definitely seek for you no matter what! I really.. really need to know if you would safe and sound ever far from me or else I can't sleep, ga ne! B—”   " B—ECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU , MISSY LINN, GA NE! "

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      𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑉𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒.      Collateral damage. Every single one could count themselves lucky to have survived. It would be hard to get into the Christmas spirit, knowing the ship will need nothing less than their shipwright's full attention. Kid was persistent in 'visiting' Shanks. But her captain's decisions will not hinder her from taking a breath, enjoying some calm moments on this often-visited island. A little favorite by now, even.

Linn feels somewhat stunned, not having planned on seeing Galdino so soon. The mink would have gotten a present, definitely, just . . . What an awful timing to be shipwrecked right at Christmas. Scolding herself silently as she spots the paper in the artist's palm. Damn it. Why couldn't this galère wait so she would have been able to show up with a gift herself   ?   

 Vivre cards were not unfamiliar to her   —   after joining a pirate crew, that is. Usually, exchanging these little papers was more reserved for alliance partners, captains, navigators, important people. That was the most convenient use, after all she knows. Mr. 3 pulled out this adorable letter, offering a glimpse, seeing the card quiver softly leaves her eyes twinkling with intrigue. Like a magnet, the vivre card pulls gently toward the sculptor's body. How thoughtful. How brave. He really wants to offer assistance if things go sour. Linn frowns a bit. She would never want to bring him into a dangerous situation just because of her (or her captain's) poor decisions.

     ❝ Oh, Mr. Galdino, you didn't have to- . . . ❞     Slowly, his words echoed in her head. Love   ?

L o v e   ?

  Her inner ears play ping pong with themselves, repeating this phrase over and over and over again. The longer she stares with eyes wide open, the darker this warm hue on her cheeks gets. It was clear to the feline; that these feelings towards the artist were more than casual. Long ago even. Whatever he had in mind for them, it never failed to impress her. She enjoyed every single minute, second, moment close to him. Hells, he most likely had caught wind of the crush already. But how unlikely nervous Galdino sounds for knowing it already.

Was he that oblivious   ?

Slowly, almost like time itself went thick like honey around them, gloved fingers reached for the paper.    ❝ You do . . . ? ❞     A mere whisper. For anything she stands for, Linn would have loved to thank him for the present first, yet this situation makes her decision falter. There was a larger elephant in the room than just showing gratitude for the card.

A small step closer brings them almost to eye level before the doctor's fuzzy, warm cheek brushes against Galdino's. A lingering stroke, accompanied by a shy purr.     ❝ I am . . . moved. And glad you said it first . . . I don't know what I would have done if you turned my feelings down. ❞     There was this subtle break in her words as they fell silently next to his ear. But a smile was prominent, even if his eyes would not catch hers. Her palm closes over his hand, caging the vivre card in both of their hands.

     ❝ I do so too. I share these emotions towards you, Mr. Galdino. It is . . . mutual. ❞

Clearly, that was the last thing the mink would have expected today. What a nice present to have clarity over whatever both tried to conceal these last months.

No more words were shared. Lazily, her forehead finds rest on his shoulder. Almost like the way it did when they first met. How nostalgic . . .

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@waxgentleman continued from here

Her own eyes are glued to the paper, excited about him volunteering to be the person who signs the paper next to her own signature. Her tribe does not believe in the importance of a written vow. The certificate doesn't make logical sense, in her opinion. Linn took it more like a little game at first. The wet stains on the sheet make her look puzzled.

❝ Hm? Why is it...❞ A glance upward answers her question, which trailed off mid-sentence. Galdino looks like the happiest person who ever walked these lands. Does that mean humans might have a real and serious connection to these ridiculous papers? They sure are in love with their bureaucracy.

It dawns on the mink. Her expression turns from a confused frown to a blush that could challenge the setting sun on a summer night. If they both signed that paper, and it really holds importance, does that mean she is now... engaged?

Her mother always wanted her to have a wedding sooner rather than later, and Mr. 3 definitely seemed to be a textbook example of a perfect husband. But wait, there might be the possibility that this is just a prank. Surely, he wouldn't just sign a marriage certificate like that. He is a smart man.

❝ Y-You look like you cried. Is everything okay? Allergies maybe? There might be some grasses that irritate the eyes, yes, yes...❞ Her musings won't distract her much from her louder and louder beating heart. The doctor takes one last look down, papers in hand, monitoring every stroke of ink that paints Galdino's signature. How dreamy is the imagery of them being a serious couple, husband and wife? Oh, she gets ahead of herself again...

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Mr 3 comes dressed in a fancy suit, a leather suitcase on hands as he picks all application papers from her. “ I want to fill one, ga ne! Aaahhh Yes yes, let me handle these for you! Very good, very nice. Hm hm! ” He tucks all of them in his jacket, giving her a totally different paper instead without batting an eye.

In no time there’s an easel with presentation slides in front of the mink, Galdino is holding a wax stick and pointing to bars and pie charts. 

“.................................................I had a whole presentation prepared but. Aahhh. Everything slipped from my mind, ga ne. The idea of spending the valentines with Missy Linn leaves me speechless…He he. ”

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      𝐈𝘁 𝗿𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝘆 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝘀𝐧'𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝐩𝗿𝐢𝘀𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝗿 𝐚𝘁 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝘁𝐡𝐚𝘁 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝘄𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝗿𝐞𝘀𝐞𝐧𝘁𝐚𝘁𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝗿𝐞𝐩𝐚𝗿𝐞𝐝.      After all, this man went on and on to display his interest in her every opportunity given. He was such a darling. A humble chuckle follows, taking the sweetly decorated paper from his hands, painted in pale and burgundy hearts. A romantic, like always.

Eyes softly dance over the letter, taking in every word. Maybe even taking her sweet time and letting the silence linger for dramatic effect. A smile plastered on feline lips the whole time.

     ❝ Such a great candidate. Oh, how foolish it would be to discard you. I would be out of my mind. ❞     The mink coos silently before pale blue eyes rest on the artist's expression. Leaning forward slightly, a kiss on his nose is being spared. Naturally, the doctor was only waiting for him to show up. It seems Linn could, yet again, count on him.

     ❝ Why yes, of course. I would love for you to be my Valentine. ❞

[medicus-felini]

Based on a funny scenario me and @waxgentleman 's brainrot spat out.

[medicus-felini]

omg linn and gal are adorable i ship it

I am a great defender of Galdino deserving a cat girl.

That being said, good timing anon! Let me spoon feed you more ♥

@waxgentleman *wink*

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❝ Oh, am I now   ? ❞

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@waxgentleman asked: The artist, adorned with fake black cat ears turns to her while holding a clipboard. “ Too much? ” Galdino dares to ask; after turning Victoria Punk into a whole carnival of decoration with white, golden and black balloons and exotic plants tied to many places. Was it on the budget? Who cared. Any celebration would surely waste their treasure on alcohol, why not use it instead on a mink’s traditional inspired buffet? and.. well the cat ears was his idea. It was cute, even if he had to pay certain crew members to use it.  “ Well.. the 9 layered cake maybeeee be a little too much, ga ne. You know, nine lives. Fu ha ha ha. ” He covers half of his face with papers, cheeks turning into a deep red. A hand scratched behind his head. “ It—it’s the birthday of.. the woman I love, ga ne. I had to make it memorable! ” He takes a step to the side, giving a peek to all sides to see if no one was passing by. Not that what they had needed to be hidden—he was just a timid man. Galdino’s expression softens as he leans his face closer, a gentle smile that is only destined for the one that stole his heart. He steals a tender kiss as his hand carefully rests over her side of the face. “ H—Happy birthday! My only and eternal Muse. I love you, ga ne. ”

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      𝐓𝐡𝐢𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝐚𝐧𝐪𝘂𝐢𝐥𝐢𝘁𝘆 𝐨𝐧 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝘀𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝘂𝘀𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝘂𝐧𝘂𝘀𝘂𝐚𝐥.      Galdino was nowhere to be found for almost the whole morning, not even mentioning yesterday. There was a hint of suspicion that crossed her mind that the artist might be onto something. Maybe he planned something regarding the mink's birthday. And, oh, how surprising, plan he did.

The gentle clicks of her heels announce Linn's arrival in such a subtle and typical way. Her eyes bound to the balloons first, then the huge cake, menacingly sitting there and probably being the most amazing display of someone's baking skills the Punk had seen since there were only some wooden boards at the harbor. That scene in front of the mink steals every word she wanted to utter. Her mouth hangs open. That was anything but to be expected.

After blue orbs have drank in this monster of a cake, eyes shift towards the man himself. The very one who was obviously responsible for all the decor and the idea behind it. Cat ears   ?   An amused chuckle vibrates in the doctor's throat. What a silly little guy. It appears he means well. How would he mean anything else   ?   

A finger taps against black fake fur, nudging the accessory on Galdino's head.

     ❝ Did anybody ever tell you how insane you are   ?   ❞     A soft nuzzle against Mr. 3's cheek, that lady was softly beaming with a smile wider than anything he had seen before, probably. The former Baroque worker clearly put all his thoughts into the little details, like the whole nine layers, as an homage to a cat's nine lives. A creative mind through and through. And, oh, to be called his muse. Linn certainly would never get tired of that aspect of their relationship.

     ❝ I love you more. I don't deserve to have you on this ship. Nobody does. You are . . . my dearest treasure. ❞     It almost sounds a bit too emotional. Too sentimental as these words are whispered against Galdino's cheekbone.

                    ❝ Thank you, my sweet. Even though you traveling along with us is enough of a present already, I could not be more grateful for everything you did. ❞

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There was not much to do but helplessly watch his coworkers and friends snatch one box after another, Galdino's faltering patience fills her with some sort of empathy. Empathy and great respect. The artist was always so polite and didn't talk back like most of her crewmates woul-

HE SNAPS??!? In an attempt to save her sensitive little ears from his outburst, they flatten on her head, flinching for a moment until his understandable tantrum is over. One ear flicks up, making sure the coast is clear, then her other follows. ❝ H-Haha, these things are very popular, are they not? ❞ Smiling eyes squinted down on his quickly made wax club. Her throat released a purr. An uneasy, unsure one.

But, oh, the game. She's heard about that one a couple of times by now. Linn wouldn't take the pride to call herself an expert at it, but the fundamentals are well known. So well, in fact, that her cheeks pick up in temperature, unblinking as the stick rests between Mr. 3's lips.

❝ Mmmmh... A game, a little fun g-game. Certainly. Mister Galdino. Do not laugh at me, though. I am not an award-winning Pocky game master...❞ All the light banter won't save her from the prominent tremble in the mink's voice. Hesitating a few times before taking the other end, without chocolate, between her teeth, the cat is completely unable to hold eye contact.

❝ Oh gods above... ❞ A whisper, she wished she had control over it, but words stumbled out of her mouth. Her pulse is knocking, hammering against the walls in her head. Calm. Calm. ❝ R-Ready...? ❞

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@waxgentleman asked: It's a bit awkward. Everytime Victoria Punk arrived, usually they would meet, happily garchu and have tea to share the news of their last voyage. However that night, the mink stood taller than him with an aura equal to her captain. Impossible to approach. Mr 3 was sure that was Linn, as she had told him about that exact transformation before in one of these said tea parties. She looked so scary, that it took him almost half an hour to walk closer—and without a face to snuzzle. He simply pats on her arm, already regretting his choice. " ….. ga.. garchu?? Missy L—linn….." (( SULLIN DAAY SULLIN DAAAY ♡ at the start of the relationship ? Pls dont kill him hes just a lil guy :(((( just wanted an garchu??

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      𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝘀𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝗿 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐛𝗿𝘂𝘀𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝐞𝐧𝘀𝐞 𝐟𝘂𝗿, 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘀𝐩𝐨𝘁 𝐛𝘆 𝐜𝗿𝐢𝐦𝘀𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝘆𝐞𝘀.      Narrowing in suspicion at first, but turning into a questioning gaze as they follow his arm   &   eventually rest on Mr. 3's face. If it wasn't pure fear that her nose picked up, it was nervousness   —   maybe a good pint of respect. Linn did not remember teaching Galdino this weird version of minkship.

     ❝ What about the hand   ? ❞     A cold stare, unfazed by this attempt to test the waters with her form.     ❝ Told you it was with the nose. Tip to tip. Not that hard, really. Sigh. ❞     The doctor places both hands against Galdino's shoulders, claws dangerously close to the poor man's neck, while readjusting his position so she would be able to look down at him in a straight fashion. Before he could utter another word, a firm brush against his nose. With Linn's very own.

     ❝ Garchu. More pronunciation on the 'R' next time. ❞

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"In Mr Eustass defense—It was quite rude of me asking him to help with holidays decorations in the day that he's catabolizing, ga ne. I didn't know.. ga ne.. "

❀⊱ 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥 ⊰❀

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      𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛 . . . 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐺𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜.       Quite literally. Upside down, like a fly in a spider's lair, the artist is hanging there. Linn was not sure how in the nine hells he managed that. But still glad Mr. 3 was the one responsible for the ship's Christmas decorations. The feline would lose her concentration in the first few minutes of handling the shiny, blinking lights. Soon, her eyes find mistletoe, basically, above him.

     ❝ Oh, you might need assistance, I assume   ?   ❞    A sad chuckle. Somehow, amused by the show he involuntarily offers the mink, she steps closer. One ear twitches, almost motioning to the green and red assets taunting the pair. Gloved hands tried their luck at untangling him at first. Her mind keeps drifting off, however. The fumbling stops slowly, a subtle smile before her little nose brushes against his nose's tip.     ❝ You look quite endearing, upside-down. ❞      Her sentence ends in what is probably the gentlest kiss she could manage, letting it linger for some seconds before the doctor's gaze finds Galdino's eyes yet again.

     ❝ Maybe I should get some help from one of the guys. ❞

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❝ UGH . . . He would make such a great singer. That voice is definitely challenging every dove. Sweet like sugar. ❞   

[ . . . ]   And still, he never had this kind of energy in her presence. mreow . . . 

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❝ Y'all might change your opinion on his hairstyle when he is fresh out of the shower...❞

[medicus-felini]

@waxgentleman Teasing starters cont. from here

If it wasn't enough that Galdino just basically stripped in front of the mink, the man had to top it; praising her and showing off very subtly would certainly take the cake. These little pale blue eyes follow the bow tie, then the shirt hits the ground. It really wasn't that tragic; that outfit was horrendous.

A bit lost in thought herself, Linn tilts her head as Galdino sprints towards her. Eyes that were glued on his upper body physique, of which she was indeed proud of finding a fitting diet for this bean string a few weeks ago, dart back to their hands, now intermingled hastily because of Mr 3's panic.

❝ O-Okay... B-But if he asks, I have to be truthful. He is my captain...❞ words stumble out of her mouth as her face flushes a very healthy shade of red. But maybe she could build in a little white lie if Kid decides to question Galdino's gains. Linn is by no means the person to straight up fool her captain, howeveeeeer...

❝ I will just bombard him with complicated latin wordings about how he can't raise them. He won't ask questions, I am certain. All good.❞ Her left ear twitches briefly, eyes smile while the doctor squeezes his hands reassuringly. ❝ But that might cost you a bit more than just some pats, just saying~...❞

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(tw: buggy) “—and that’s why. I’m saving this company a ton of investments juuuuuust for the little price of killing my pride, ga ne.” The poor artist; now dressed in a bunny suit vest (at least better than the prior swimsuit one) shrugged while explaining that situation. Arms crossing over the bare chest, trying to have a little bit of dignity. Thankfully, Bubblegum had fallen for the old trick of “Oh! sorry monsieur! it looks like you left your wallet on the floor” and Mr 3 had snapped his seat. Firstly, he doesn’t remember signing that man to be on Linn’s side at all, he was sure to place him in another table even, but it seems that expecting pirates to follow rules was a bit too much to ask. “I’m lucky though.” He pointed to the corner where many ex-convicts surrounded the clown. “Buggy won’t be leaving the photo booth so soon. I’m glad I’m not that popular~ Ahhw! To be able to finally rest after staying at the gates all the evening. My feet are killing me, ga ne.” A single push on the frames by the hinges, planting his alibi for the last hours.  “Oooooooon the other hand.........................I wouldn't mind taking a few just for memory's sake." As much as he tried to make it sound as an spontaneous idea, his hand reach for his side. Placing a camera over the table. All settled up and angles adjusted by the configuration on it. "Specially since I always find myself feeling more at ease around Missy Linn. Instead of a embarrassing, it will be a pleasant memory....O—Only if you wouldn't mind, though.."  

@waxgentleman `♡´ Cross Guild's Masquerade Ball (Bunny suit-dino)

The doctor is nodding along with Galdino's speech; her ears sway and turn with every complaint he lets off. Silently, her lips rested on the edge of her wine glass, humming in understanding. ❝ I see. Having sponsors must be so stressful. ❞ Her eyes hold the slightest hint of judgment as they look him up and down. Surely an upgrade to the more lightly dressed alternative Mr. 3 wore earlier. In any case, she would have done the same for her crew's sake.

Him taking Bubblegum's seat for the time being is rather welcomed by the lady. The 'candlewick', as her captain always calls him, is great company, intelligent, and nice to talk to. What better company can she wish for after the events of tonight? A tiny but sweet smile is followed after her hand descends the glass back onto the table. Busy as a bee, that surely must have been an atrociously stressful ball for the man.

❝ Ah! A picture! What a splendid idea, Mr. Galdino. ❞ What was first a small smile now forms into a wide one, pointy teeth flashing in anticipation as Linn's blue eyes notice the camera his companion pulled out. The mink brushes through her hair, fixes some strands, makes sure everything looks decent enough for this memory to be as nice as possible. A scoot closer, maybe two, makes her realize how revealing his attire truly was. The ship's doctor always struggled to make sense of the appeal of someone dressing up as an animal for sex appeal. Well, it might make her understand a thing or two after all, glimpsing at Galdino briefly.

After a second too long staring at the vest, he seems to have caught her, eyes inevitably meeting with the mink, startling for a moment. ❝ S-Suits you. I mean- you look funny. Not in a bad way...! You look fun to have around...! ❞ Linn cuts herself off. It wouldn't get better than this. Only worse. Furry hands clap together. ❝ We take the photograph, yes? ❞ Oh, hopefully he will just ignore the stammers. Humans and their weird little antics...

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"That's how it went; this little game of truth and dare.. I knew it would cause me trouble, ga ne." Mr 3 chuckles, unlike how someone else planned; he doesn't feel annoyed at all. He's hardly takes first steps and that was just a perfect cue. The artist leans over her desk, elbows over the table while facing the mink; as the dare said he should do. "We're close enough and while I know I shouldn't be that shy to talk about these things with you, Missy Linn. My heart just can't handle when I think about you that manner, specially in front of others, ga ne." He gently takes her hand, placing over his own cheek as he nuzzles it without breaking eye contact. " I'll admit I'm into wax play but it's not my main thing.... if you're ever interested. I even searched for things that wouldn't glue onto your fur—that’s more as a foreplay tool than anything." He gives a firm squeeze over her hand.

“Now about fantasy… well. I’m a simple man; doubt that would be called degenerated per say. Do you know when our hearts feel like one and we’re about to feel total bliss? There’s.. really something about if I just took it from you; that ending. I guess because I like to be in control of things; plan them. Now...If that happened.. over.. and over..and over." His lips touched her palm, kissing softly as his eyes closed for a bit. “ There’s something sublime in the total frustration and pain that is not being able to get what you want, until you feel simply miserable and just want the release of that sensation, you know.”

“Oh.. to imagine Missy Linn with pitiful eyes; begging please and then holding them closer to me as I finally allow myself to end that agony. As if our body only think on the desire than anything else.” His teeth nibble on the side of her palm, breathing deeply.

“I hope—hope.” Obviously, flustered and excited by that. He gulps down as he looks at her again. “I don’t sound like a degenerate to you, Missy Linn. By now.. I..Feels like our bodies are like extensions of each other… and I yearn to be complete so often. but I… don’t want to be a pervert in your eyes, ga ne.”

@waxgentleman `♡´ The wax question (finally)

Well, that was certainly something. Looks like this game reached Galdino, and he had to do his fair share of dares too. The doctor wouldn't call it trouble per se, though. An amused smile escapes her lips, how many times did they have problems being frank with each other? He was a gentleman through and through, always trying to keep things to himself rather than sharing them. The embarrassment was shared, Linn would physically melt down in a puddle of shame if she ever had to speak her desires out loud. They understood each other without words, which was good enough to not take it as something bad

The wax play question has always been a light tease, accompanied by some serious interest. Mr. 3 had the ability to create wax on the spot. He had to make use of it aside from battle and art, anything else would be... weird! ❝ Oh, you actually did research about this topic...? ❞ the mink stammers, her heart sinking. That man's train of thought is so unimpeachable. ❝ You are planning through everything. You really did not have to- ❞ Well, maybe she was secretly glad he did. Ah? He was not finished yet. But that was all she was asking for as his truth in that game.

Galdino's voice feels like salve, honey around her ears, which makes them twitch with every syllable. And the lips leaning towards her hand, her palm—oh dear god, what is he doing? Linn can only listen silently, eyes big like saucers, all while a heavy blush pushes itself onto her whole face. It's bad. Very bad. The cat has to remind herself to blink every once in a while. She is on autopilot. Factory settings.

He is talking about edging. Orgasm delay. Isn't he? Quite bold to just share this with her. Was it that bold? It's not like they are still immature teens in their first week of sharing closeness. Both enjoyed their fair share of tea time. Still, the way he phrases it—wanting to see her helplessly pleading to end said ordeal... interesting indeed. Galdino was honest with her. There was not a hint of teasing, his teeth softly nibbling on her hand made her shudder.

His monologue is finished with his final self-conscious sentences. A pervert? He is so humble, so modest. It makes her heart melt even more. Her lids lower, trying to catch his glimpse, welcoming his eyes to find reassurance in her own. ❝ Is that something you are curious about? To see me truly lost and at your mercy? Hm, maybe you did have your reasons for being in prison, Mr. Galdino. ❞ She quips.

The hand, which was kissed a moment before, rests on the artist's cheek, caressing slowly over his warm skin until wandering along his jaw and finding its place on the side of his neck. Oh, how his pulse throbs against her paw-pads, adorable...

❝ I am not one to deny a thorough session of... investigations around these fantasies.❞