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Happy birthday Chariot! Enjoy your mid 30s!

hi there; it’s been too long since i last posted a drawing ;-;

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Begin Again | Part two

Summary: After your son was born, your friend made you realize how much you were wrong for hiding him from Pedro.

Warnings: Cursing.

A/N: The dividers I'm using are from @cafekitsune All credits to them ❤️✨️

Part one

September 2026

"Cómo estas?" He says happily. (How are you?)

Elena only smiled, not knowing how to react. Her friend was not there but she still felt the pressure.

"Tas solita?" (Are you alone?)

"No, de hecho estoy con unos amigos, como estamos celebrando mi cumpleaños." (No, actually, I'm here with some friends celebrating my birthday).

"Joder, feliz cumpleaños." (Fuck, happy birthday).

He hugged her, that's when she noticed he's drunk.

"Tu estas solo?" (Are you alone?)

"No," he laughs. "Bueno, si." (Well, yes).

"Si o no?" She got serious

"Fernando se enojo conmigo, peleamos y se fue. Entonces me quedé porque conoci a John, es un tipazo, quieres conocerlo?" (Fernando got mad at me. We got into a fight, and he left. So, I stayed and I met John, he's an awesome dude, wanna meet him?)

"Quieres que te lleve a tu hotel? Estás ebrio Pedro" she grabbed his arm, taking him outside at a little table that was alone. (Do you want me yo take you to your hotel? You're drunk).

"No, tu estas celebrando." He says laughing. "Te invito a un shot por tu cumpleaños." (No, you're celebrating, let me buy you a shot for your birthday).

He grabbed her hand and took her back inside. She was worried about him. He used to not drink until getting drunk unless he was with friends or people he trusted. He was alone.

"Two shots," he shouted at the bartender.

"Pedrito," Elena called his attention. "Luego del shot nos vamos a tu hotel, si?" (After this, we're going back to your hotel, okay?)

He nodded, his shot glass and yours making noise as they made contact.

"Esperame acá, por favor." She sits him at the bar chair. "Pete, hand me a bottle of water, and charge the shot onto my tab." (Wait for me here.)

She hurried to her table, explaining to her boyfriend and friends the situation. Her boyfriend gave her the car keys.

"Pedro, puedes darme tu telefono y cartera?" (Pedro, can I have your phone and wallet?)

The state he's in makes him obey your order.

"Pete, how much he owes?"

The bartender prints the check.

Elena almost fell back when she noticed he owned more than twenty thousand.

"Pedro! Por qué pediste cinco botella de champaña y dos de tequila?" (Pedro! Why did you order five bottles of champagne and two tequila ones?)

He only laughs, not caring about it.

"Voy a pagar, no tienes algo que ir a buscar? Ya nos vamos." (I'm paying, you need to get anything from your table?)

"Noup," he says as a little kid.

Elena handed the bartender his card, paying the crazy bill. She knows that John dude probably ordered most of that.

"Vamos, Pedrito" (Let's go, Pedrito).

He takes her hand and let her guide him.

"Me cago, los putos paparazzi." (Fuck it, the fucking paparazzi.) Elena says, mad about the whole crowd. "Pedro, vamos a salir y correr hasta mi carro, si?" (Pedro, were getting out and running to my car, okay?)

He nodded, not caring.

When the security guy opened the door, the flashing from the cameras didn't wait to capture the moment, the same guard helped you making space.

Holding harder into his hand, Elena starts running. Pedro did the same as he laughs, finding the whole thing funny.

Once they reached the car, she opened the door for him, seeing his stage. Elena made a mental note to thank her boyfriend for the dark tinted windows.

"Desbloquea tu celular." (Unlock your phone).

"Por qué?" He's in that stage where he's acting like a toddler.

"Pedrito, por favor."

"Noup" he laughs

"Por la que te parió, Pedro González Lopez desbloquea el teléfono, tengo que llamar a tu hermano" She says angrily. (For fucks sake, Pedro González Lopez, unlock the phone, I have to call your brother.)

He unlock his phone and hand it back to her.

She goes quickly to the phone and calls his brother, easy to find as it is basically named "Fer Hermano"

One, two, three calls and Fernando didn't answer.

So she decide to call him from her own phone.

"Hola?" Fernando says. "Hola?"

"Fer, Hola." She says happy, relieved he picked. "Soy Elena, me recuerdas?" (Fer, Hi. It's Elena, do you remember me?)

"Elena," he laughs. "Tu prima y yo estamos juntos, claro que te recuerdo, más porque estuvimos cenando juntos hace un mes." (Your cousin and I are dating, of course I remember you, especially because we had dinner a month ago together.)

She feels the blush creeping her face.

"Era una prueba. Y pasaste." (It was a test, you passed).

"Aja, que sucede?" (Mhm, what's going on?)

"Tengo a Pedro en el asiento del copiloto, borracho, dice que estaban juntos." (I have Pedro on the passenger seat. He's drunk and says you two were together.)

"Eras tu llamando desde su celular?" (It was you calling?)

"Si, idiota." (Yes, idiot.)

He stayed silent, Elena only heard his breathing.

"Dile a Fer hola por mi." (Say hi to Fer)

"No, ponte el cinturon." (put your seat belt on).

"Estamos en el Midland," Fernando says, hearing her brother getting scolded by Elena.

"Bien, estamos algo cerca, llegare en un rato."

She hang up without waiting for him.

The trip to the hotel was fast due to the time. It was past one in the morning. Pedro was answering some text messages, he was quiet.

Once she made it, she asked for permission to enter the parking since the guard was a fan of Barça, he agreed.

Elena helped Pedro reach the lobby and then his room.

"Si sabes que mañana estaremos en las noticias, verdad?" He asks. "Lo siento, te hice dejar tu cumpleaños." (You know we're going to be all over the news, right? I'm sorry I made you leave your party).

She only nodded, smiling at him. He was so different. He has big bags under his eyes, and he looks tired.

"Venga, te voy a buscar ropa limpia, date un baño." She lightly pushed him towards the bathroom. "Quieres algo de comer? Te pediré algo." (I'll get you some clean clothes, go take a bath. Are you hungry? I'll order you some food).

"Te quedaras a comer algo conmigo?" He asks, looking at her. (Will you stay with me for a bite?)

Elena knew she shouldn't. She knew you wouldn't be okay with that, but she felt bad for him. She knew about his baby, and he didn't. He was losing it. And you weren't.

"Si, me comprarás a un pedazo de pastel." She says laughing. (Yes, you'll buy me a piece of cake).

She went to his luggage, picked a normal t-shirt and some exercise shorts.

"Hi, I want to order some food." She says on the phone. "Room 626, I want to order a club sandwich, a very black coffee with no sugar, please."

She says thank you as the lady confirmed the order for the room.

When Pedro was done, she waited outside for him to get changed.

"Elena, pasa ya." (Elena, come in).

Just in time for the room service to arrive with the food.

"Y tu pastel?" Dijo un ya más sobrio Pedro. (Where's your cake?)

"No había, pero no importa, te voy a robar patatas." (They didn't have none, it's okay, I'll have some of your french fries.)

They ate and have a nice talk, Elena showed him the tweets about them, and they laughed at some of the comments.

"Cómo esta ella?" Pedro asked. That question was burning his brain out. (How is she?")

"Esta bien, trajando duro, hace un rato no hablamos. (She's fine, working hard. We haven't seen each other).

He nodded. Staying silent.

"Bueno, ya comimos, ya estas listo para dormir, estarás bien?" (Well, we ate, and you're ready for bed, will you be okay?)

He nodded.

"Gracias, por todo, por cuidarme, por traerme, por asegurarte que comiera, por todo." (Thank you, for everything, for taking care of me, for bringing me back, for making sure I eat)

"No digas gracias, tu y yo hemos sido amigos por años Pedro, pero por favor, no te juntes con curros llamadas John, te has gastado una buena pasta en el bar y nisiquiera fue para ti." (Don't say thank you. We've been friends for years now, but please don't hang out with dudes named John. You spent good money at the bar, and it wasn't on yourself).

He laughed but agreed.

Elena helped him with the plate and cups. She filled a glass of water and left him two pills for his hangover tomorrow.

Once she's back to the club, she texted you, sending you the tweet and explaining everything. She believes you'll be mad with her.

But you weren't, you didn't thank her but you did say that you appreciate her taking care of him.

Even when you decided that you didn't want to inform him about your baby, you would never wish anything bad to happen to him, no matter the rumors, the girls, nothing. You loved him, and he was the father of your baby.

You dismissed Elena, texting her to go back to partying and to drink in your honor.

October 2026

You were ready for your baby to come to this world.

Paulo was so excited about that. He helped you with the nursery, and even his girlfriend was there. He couldn't wait to be a uncle.

"Te sigue doliendo?" Eliza, the girlfriend of your brother, asks you. (Still hurts?)

You knew you shouldn't eat too much. You already were uncomfortable with he swelling and being tired all day. But here you're, with stomach pain because you decide to eat three taco bell burritos.

"Solo es el dolor momentáneo." (It's the slight pain).

Eliza looks at your actions, and without telling, she pays attention to the time. Just to make sure.

"Te traeré agua." (I'll bring you some water).

Your parents and brother were outside, having some dinner, while Eliza and you were enjoying a movie.

The pain came back exactly twenty minutes later. "Me arrepiento de ese burrito." (I regret that burrito).

"Ahora vuelvo." Eliza says, leaving the room.

She messages Paulo, telling him that she believes you're in labor. Explaining that the stomach pains were contractions, but she didn't say anything because she didn't want to make you nervous.

Paulo and your parents arrived quickly. When you describe the pains to your mom, she explained you're in labor.

She helps you pick everything you need and puts you in the car. Once you arrive at the hospital, thank goodness your mom has everything ready, and they let you in quickly.

"Yo quería que naciera en Barcelona, como nosotros." (I wanted him to be born in Barcelona, just like we did.) You say to Paulo.

"Tranquila, ser Italiano no es tan malo." (Relax, being Italian is not that bad).

"Ay callate, lo sé" you laugh (oh shut up, I know).

You were thankful for the birthing process. The pain was light.

The doctor who was taking care of your full pregnancy and the one who was going to help with the delivery walks into the room.

She checked you and explained that you're ready to push. Paulo left, and your mom took his place.

You can't help the sad feeling. She was supposed to be there, yes, but he was also supposed to be next to you, holding your hand, saying sweet words while you push his baby.

But he wasn't, and that's something you wanted. You needed to remind that.

March 2027

"No puedo, me rindo." Elena says. "Cómo lo haces?" (I can't, I'm giving up. How you do it?)

"Lena," you laugh. "Es un pañal." (It's a diaper).

"No puedo, ya voy tres y no puedo." (I can't, I've used three, and I can't).

You laughed at her being mad about not knowing how to change the baby, even after you slowly showed her, not once, not twice, how to do it.

You baby was beautiful. He looked like the perfect combination between Pedro and you.

He has his long lashes, his lips, his eyes, but your nose, your eyebrows, and thank God his hair.

"Sé que me odiaras por preguntar." Elena says. "Pero, en serio no quieres que él sepa? Te la pasas diciendo "el cabello de papá, los ojos de papi." Pero, no te parece que él merece saber sobre su hijo y Polo merece saber sobre su padre? Ahora puede ocultarlo pero en unos años cuando Polo pregunté que diras? "Lo siento bebé, no tienes." O que excusa diras?" (I know you'll hate me for asking, but do you really want to keep this a secret? You keep saying, "Daddys hair, Daddys eyes," but, don't you think he deserves to know about his son? And don't you think Polo deserves to know his father? When he asks you, what will you say? "Sorry baby, you don't have one," or what excuse will you use?)

You stayed silent. You knew he deserved to know. Pedro and you talked about having kids, how many and how you were taking them to the stadium for his matches, with the little "Papi" on their backs and his number.

"Yo entiendo tus motivos, pero no puedo callar lo que pienso, soy tu amiga y siempre te he dicho las cosas claras, la estas cagando Y sé que tus padres apoyaron tu idea, incluso y aún que lo niegues se que tu madre te dio esa idea. Pero vamos, ustedes no tienen que volver, solo déjalo saber." (I understand why you did it, but I can't keep being silent. I'm your friend and I've always told you the things straight, you're fucking up. And yes, I know your parents supported the idea of you keeping it from him, even if you tell me it's a lie. I think your mom gave you the idea. But c'mon, you don't have to get back together. Just let him know).

You remain silent, fixing the diaper.

"No crees que Rosy y Fernando merecen ver a su nieto? No crees que Fer merece ver a su sobrino? No crees que estas siendo injusta?" (Don't you think Rosy and Fernando deserve to see their grand baby? Don't you think Fer deserves to see his nephew? Don't you think you're being unfair?)

After a while of the silence, Elena moves off the floor.

"Yo te amo, eres mi mejor amiga, mi hermana si quieres, pero esto esta mal. Tu lo sabes." She says, grabbing her stuff."No sé que te dijo tu mamá para que estés tan firme con esta idea, pero en serio piensa las cosas, tu hijo no tiene porque pagar por los errores que ustedes como pareja cometieron" (I love you, you're my best friend, my sister even if you like, but this is wrong and you know it. I don't know what your mom told you for you to be so stuck up into this, but please think twice. Your son is not the one to blame for the mistakes you and Pedro made as a couple).

You heard the front door, she was mad, and Elena is a very calm but electric person, and she was right. Even if you hate to admit it.

"No, deja de pensar en tonterías." Your mom says. "Elena no entiende, ella no es madre. No le hagas caso." (No, stop thinking that Elena doesn't understand. She's not a mom, so don't pay attention).

"Mami, pero tiene razón." (Mommy, but she's right).

"Claro que no, que quieres? Que Pedro te quite al niño? Porque es es lo que estas buscando." (Of course not, what do you want? For Pedro to take you to court and take your son away? Because that's what you're looking for).

"Pedro no seria capaz, no digas esas cosas." You say in a serious tone. "Pedro no es así, deja de querer dejarlo en mal." (Pedro would never do that. Don't say that. He's not like that. Stop trying to make him the bad guy).

"Okay, y/n. Entonces haz lo que quieras, toma." She hands you the phone. "Llámalo, pero cuando te quite al niño no vengas llorando a pedir ayuda." (Okay, do whatever you want, here, call him, but when he takes the baby away, don't come back crying for help).

You shake your head.

"Mami, pero Elena si tiene razón, Rosy y Fernando tienen los mismos derechos que ustedes, como te sentirías si yo no te dejara ver al bebé?" (Mommy but Elena is right, Rosy and Fernando have the same rights as you two. How would you feel if I denied you to see my son?)

"Bueno, ya te dije. No vengas llorando cuando él se quiera quedar con tu hijo." (Well, I already told you, don't come back crying when your son is taken away from you).

"Puedes parar! Pedro no es así, no haría eso." (Can you stop, he's not like that, he wouldn't).

She only breathes deep and gives the baby a kiss goodbye. "Haz lo que quieras." (Do whatever you want).

She left angry at you.

You don't know what to do. You think about it, and the words of your mom scare you. Deep down, you know he would never try to take your baby away. But as a new mom, these insecurities that you never had before are now raising.

"Tranquilo Polito, déjame pensar bien las cosas, si? Estoy nerviosa, no sé que hacer, tu tía Elena tiene razón." You say bouncing the baby on your arms. (Don't worry, Polito, let your mother think everything. I'm nervous, I don't know what to do, Auntie Elena is right).

You like to speak with him, even when he couldn't answer, he just listened and looked at you with those beautiful honey eyes.

"Mira, no le digas a nadie, pero tu abuela me asusta, y yo sé que papi jamás haría algo de lo que ella dice. Sabes algo? Papi tiene un corazón tan puro, es muy amable, y estoy segura que te va a amar incondicionalmente." (Look, don't tell this to anyone, but grandma scares me. And I know daddy would never do anything she's saying. You know, Daddy has such a pure heart, he's so kind and I'm sure he'll love you unconditionally).

You smile at the way he's looking at you, so focus on your words.

You think for a while, and remember the email you got. A work offer in Barcelona. The company you work for is opening a new business in Barcelona and asked you to be the head of them, since you used to live there and you know the language.

"Sabes, tal vez tu tía esté loca, pero tampoco digas eso, si? Eso es entre mami y tu" you kiss him. "Pero, razón no le falta mijo, y tus abuelitos merecen conocerte, tu abuela Rosy va a amarte tanto. Sobre todo tu tío Fer, te va a querer vestir como él, pero no como tu tío Paulo, Tío fer tiene un estilo totalmente diferente, te gustará." (You know, maybe Auntie Elena is crazy, but don't say that. That's between Mommy and you. She's crazy but right, your grandparents deserve to know you. Oh, your granny Rosy is going to be so in love with you and your uncle Fer. He will be head over heels for you. He will dress you like him, but not like Uncle Paulo. Your uncle Fer has a totally different style. You'll like it).

You put him to sleep and sat down, answering the mail with the decision of accepting the job. You know you want to go back, you know he'll be mad, but he's not taking him away.

You feel your phone vibrating next to you. It was a text from Paulo.

("Look at what I just posted. Eliza told me to post it." "You posted where? Outside?" "Instagram, smart-ass. Also, send me a picture of Polito.")

You laugh at your brother, obsessed with your son.

(One like and I'll stole him)

You laugh hard and like the post. Oh, you love your brother.

Your boss answered the email quickly, asking to talk with you tomorrow morning, wanting to give you all the details about the work.

You texted Paulo about babysitting Polo, and he immediately say yes.

You closed the laptop and walked over to the crib in your room. "Voy a hacer lo mejor para ti." (I'll do the best for you.)

"We are so happy to have you as the new head for Barcelona."

"I'm happy too, I can't wait for this."

"And please, since you're basically working for the other location now, uses this time for the moving. If you need any help, please let me know, I'll help you with everything.

You shake hands with him and finish with the whole signing of the contract.

"Thank you, again. I'll do my best."

You say your goodbyes and excited for this, texted Elena, you needed her to know, after being the biggest cheerleader for this to happen. After you received the message, you called her, apologized, and asked her for advice.

A notification for Instagram takes you out of the chat, Paulo posted something and tagged you on it.

(Petition for @/yourusername, to let me dress Polo forever).

You shake your head smiling, oh, to be Polo, so loved and always being shown off.

You were nervous, but you needed to do this. For yourself and for your son.

And even if you don't say it out loud, you were doing this for Pedro. For him and your son to be able to grow together, for him to hear his first words, see his first steps, and even be able to teach him some football.

"Okay, let's go home and pack." You say to yourself. "Barcelona, here we go."

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AF2 Glossary

Auguri: Means “Congratulations” in Italian. Used during celebrations. The song for Happy Birthday is called “tanti auguri a te”.

Agata: The governor of Nordia, the Capital of Water. Teo and Sera’s mother. Appears strict and fearsome since she carries a whip, but is actually kind. An old friend of Vir’s.

Acqua Alta: An Italian word that refers to the tides. The phenomenon is often observed in Nordia. The townspeople take daily measures to prevent buildings from becoming flooded and to prepare for emergencies.

Acqua Tempesta: A great storm that threatens Nordia. Records state that it occurs once every hundred years. The storm is powerful enough to completely destroy the island.

Acqua Pazza: Fish and tomatoes stewed in water and white wine. A popular dish among sailors, especially those of the Intelligence division. Regalo has restaurants that serve delicious acqua pazza.

Bruise: Appears as compensation for using Arcana powers. The area around the stigmata turns reddish black, and becomes painful.

Ash: A wild genius from the ghost ship. 17 years old. A decendent of the alchemist who created the Tarocco. Also skilled in swordsmanship. Turns into a tiger when he looks into a mirror, and turns back after eating an apple.

Amata: An Italian word that refers to your beloved. Often used when whispering sweet nothings like a true Regalo man.

Amethyst: A purple crystal. A long time ago, Jolly made a fake eye out of this stone to supplement Debito’s emotional strength. This gem is also often used as a protective charm.

Arcana Duello: A battle between those with Arcana powers to determine who is the strongest. Everyone who has powers can participate. It was established by Mondo.

Arcana Famiglia: The vigilante organization that protects Regalo from both internal and external threats. They maintain order and safety for the island. Searching for cats is another of their specialties.

Arcana powers: Strange powers that lie in Tarocco cards. These special powers can be gained through forming a contract, but each seems to require the payment of some compensation…

Alto: A boy who often gazes at the sea. 10 years old. Often comes to the harbor to listen to stories of “Liberta the Hero”. Devoted to his family.

Alberto: Pace’s younger brother. 22 years old. His feelings towards Pace are complicated, but he hopes that he will return to their family. His favorite dish is naturally lasagna.

Albero: One of the court cards. The king of the Chalices. 34 years old. Mature and composed, he supports their young executive. However, he teases him an equal amount.

Awayukikan: A type of sweet from Giappone. Its name comes from it’s snow-white appearance and melt-in-your-mouth softness. Has a flavor that brings back fond memories for Giapponese expats.

Antonio: One of the court cards. The knight of the Swords. 23 years old. Straight-laced and serious. Dislikes disorder, but still remembers to read the room. Tends to worry that his face makes him look old.

Igor: One of the court cards. The page of the Clubs. 21 years old. Basically just loves to eat! And that is reflected in his figure. Secretly loves fine food.

Isabella: One of three maids who take care of the entire mansion. Full of energy and the life of the party, she is also very hard working. Her age is a secret.

Isis Regalo: One of the exclusive members-only casinos run by the Coins serie. A place for gathering cash, information, and everything in between…

Strawberry Head: Ash’s nickname for the heroine. Apparently comes from how her hair is red like the fruit…

Il Carro: The 7th card, the Chariot. The name of the Tarocco that Teo hosts. Grants the power to control gravity, and burden or suppress an opponent’s movements.

Il Giudizio: The 20th card, Judgment. The name of the Tarocco that Sumire hosts. Grants the power to understand the will of the Tarocco.

Il Bagatto: The 1st card, the Magician. The name of the Tarocco that Ash hosts. Grants the power to change your appearance at will.

Il Matto: The starting card, the Fool. The name of the Tarocco that Liberta hosts. Grants the power to make the spoken word reality.

Il Mondo: The 21st card, the World. The name of the Tarocco that Mondo hosts. Grants the power to amplify or suppress the Arcana powers of others.

Vittorio: One of the court cards. The queen of the Coins. 29 years old. Acts like a parent to the rest of the Coins. Won’t say it out loud, but trusts their Capo a suprising amount. His hairstyle is a key part of his look.

Vir Ingeniosus: The creator of the Tarocco. Physical age unknown. He doesn’t look like it, but he is actually 448 years old. Also created the ghost ship. Doesn’t have Arcana powers, but is knowledgible about alchemy and astronomy.

Elmo: A homunculus boy. Looks around 10 years old, but was actually born less than a year ago. Succeeded in hosting powers through Jolly’s research. Loves the heroine very much.

Eros Debito: Debito’s nickname. Pace is the one who came up with it. It’s used when Debito shows his true talent as a hunter of love.

Augar Blanco: The name of the organization lead by Milena’s father. They caused unrest in town and were in conflict of Arcana Famiglia. They seem to have quieted down recently.

Orso: A member of the Intelligence division. 29 years old. A burly sailor who assists Dante. While he’s great at sailing, he’s bad with women.

Ojou-sama Maniac: What Agata calls Luca to refer to how his life revolves around his Ojou-sama. Luca denies it, but everyone else seems to agree.(X)

Ka-Ko

Casa Bianca: An orphanage in Nord. Liberta spent time here before meeting Dante. It is not currently in use and only the broken down building remains.

Guida Regalo: A Regalo tourism magazine. The Family occasionally puts out special editions. It originally came about so that individual establishments could showcase their specialties.

Caprese: A salad of layered mozzerala cheese and thickly slices tomatos garnished with basil. A signature Italian dish. Often served during celebrations.

Capo: An Itallian word that refers to an executive. Members of the Coins serie often use this in regards to Debito.

Kamuro: A young girl in training to be a courtesan. They waited on courtesans called oiran while learning how to be courtesans themselves.

Calcio: An Italian word that refers to soccer. A regular activity at Piccolino among the children. Particularily a favorite among boys.

Karel: Debito’s mentor who taught him how to work in the shadows when he was an assassin. The former Executive of the Coins. He has some connection to Debito…

Kiara: Joshua’s wife and Liberta’s mother. Died soon after giving birth to Liberta. A commoner. Dextrous and skilled at making accessories.

Coins Serie: The serie in charge of distribution. Also oversees the amusement facilities on the island. Their free-spirited Capo has plenty of enemies and allies.

Claudio: One of the court cards. The knight of the Clubs. 24 years old. Has a reputation for having a wild and healthy appetite. Has a thing for silver hair, but nobody knows about it.

Grazie: An Italian word that means thank you. Saying “thank you” is the most important and basic form of communication.

Clarissa: A girl from a ruined noble family. 12 years old. Despite being young, works hard studying in order to rebuild her family’s status. Has some connection to Pace…

Claude: A former Nord spy. Knows Dante from when they were fellow spies. Approached the heroine before claiming to be a journalist. His recent whereabouts are unknown…

Contract: Formed when your intentions are in line with another party. Often used by Vir throughout the story as a negotiation tactic.

Officer: Refers to a police officer. In Regalo, Arcana Famiglia takes on this role, but the police uphold order in Nordia. They don’t serve katsudon though. (TN: Apparently serving katsudon to suspects in interrogation to get a confession is a thing in Japanese police dramas)

Laurel: A plant in the Lauraceae family. The leaves are typically used in Natale wreaths or dried into bay leaves to use as a spice for cooking.

Philosophers’s Stone: A miraculous stone known by all alchemists. It is said to have the power to turn base metals into gold and grant humans immortality.

Swords Serie: The serie in charge of arbitration. Didn’t have an executive until recently, when the heroine joined and filled in the position. The members all act like true Regalo men.

Useless Brat: A term used when cursing another. Refers to a person who is only a mouth to feed and doesn’t have any contributions or achievements.

Cornet: A pastry often eaten during breakfast. Similar to a croissant. In Regalo, they often have sweet fillings like jam or chocolate.

Gondola: A small rowboat. Typically used as transportation in Nordia where there are lots of canals. The scenary when travelling between buildings in one is quite beautiful. It looks particularily magical at night.

Clubs Serie: The serie in charge of inspections. Perhaps to Pace being the executive, this serie is full of cheerful personalities. Always smiling when on patrol.

Konpeito: A type of sugar candy shaped like stars. Originally introduced from Portugal. Their bright, translucent colors and sweet flavor makes them beloved by people of all ages.

Sa-So

Embodying Suspicion: When someone has unfounded doubts about another. Being suspicious is necessary at times, but knowing when to trust someone is more important. (X)

Trivial: Refers to something insignificant. Used by Dante to describe Claude’s actions. But what are Dante’s true intentions? (X)

Salute: Said as a wish for good health when making a toast. Doesn’t matter whether your glass contains wine or grape juice.

Monkey Princess: A female squirrel monkey. “Princess” for short. Neve’s close friend and confidant from when she lived in Giappone. Teaching her new skills is part of Neve’s daily routine.

Siesta: A nap taken to relax for a bit after lunchtime. A day with clear skies and a breeze is considered perfect weather for a siesta.

Jeremy: One of the court cards. The king of the Coins. 22 years old. A good guy, but often causes him to draw the short end of the stick. Loves women.

Signorina: A polite term for a woman. To Regalo men, a woman is considered a lady no matter her age.

Shimenawa: Used to decorate entryways during new years to welcome the gods. Means to ward of evil. Very nostalgic to Neve since she is from Giappone.

Simone: One of the court cards. The queen of the Swords. 27 years old. Loves hearing interesting gossip. Talks in a unique manner that leaves an impression.

Giappone: The name of the country Sumire used to live. Items and proverbs from Giappone appear frequently in the story.

Minor Arcana: Those who work under the executives are contracted with a minor Arcana. They don’t have special powers but have slightly higher physical abilities than the average person.

Jolly: An advisor you can’t go to for advice. Age unknown. Due to his cold-hearted nature, the island’s citizens and Family keep their distance, but he doesn’t mind it. His skills as an alchemist are first-rate.

Giorgio: One of the court cards. The king of the Swords. 31 years old. Usually reliable but loves signorinas. Has a reputation for accurately telling fortunes with his hairstyles.

Jiro: The mansion’s gardener. 37 years old. A natural-born Regalo man who gets along well with Martha. It’s said that his favorite hat is an antique.

Scuro: One of the court cards. The knight of the Chalices. 27 years old. A sincere and upstanding man. Idolizes his executive and calls him “Nova-sama”. Has the nicest handwriting in the Chalices.

Stigmata: A mark that appears on the skin after contracting a Major Arcana. The position depends on the person. The design is based on which Major Arcana was contracted.

Speranza: The name of the sword Liberta always carries. It’s name means “hope”. It’s a type of curved sword called a cutlass.

Sumire: A former oiran fortune-teller. 36 years old. A woman with an exotic air who came from Giappone. Said to have originally been an accomplished fortune-teller. Strict yet mischievous as a mother.

Sumire Tayu: The name Sumire used in Giappone when she was an oiran. “Tayu” is a title granted to those who excel at the arts.

Punishment: A penalty imposed upon those who break a law or regulation. As the creator of the Tarocco, it seems that a punishment is issued to those who attack him.

Chalices Serie: The serie in charge of security. Comprised of those who are typically earnest people, but they often tease their young executive.

Serafino: The son of the governor, Agata. 18 years old. Usually refered to as Sera. Sometimes gets the short end of the stick due to his honest personality. Has plenty of worries for his age. Crab claw fritters are his favorite

Celine: A magician. 25 years old. Was supposedly visiting Nordia in order to show off some magic tricks at the masquerade… Seems to have some relationship with Debito…

Serie: The Swords, Chalices, Coins, and Clubs divisions of the organization. Also used to refer to card suits.

Ferryman: A person who rows a gondola. Called a gondolier in Italian. The sight of them standing at the bow often catches the attention of tourists.

Governor: A term for someone who leads a country. Agata fulfills this role in Nordia. The postion comes with a significant amount of responsibility, as the one holding it can determine the future of their country.

Ta-To

Major Arcana: The group of 22 cards in a full deck of 78 tarot cards that has illustrations of what they symbolize.

Compensation: A payment that is made whenever Arcana powers are used. For example, whenever the heroine spins the “Wheel of Fortune”, “memories” are the compensation.

Tarocco: The tarot in Italian. Refers to the cards that host Arcana powers in general. It isn’t clear who created them or for what purpose.

Dante: Has a bright sense of humor. 39 years old. The chief executive who manages the other more free-spirited executives. Has direct command over the Intelligence division, so he does not stay in Regalo all the time. An incredibly reliable man.

Cenone: A banquet held in Italy on New Year ’s Eve. Often a large function where family, extended relatives, and friends are invited. Nordia has a custom of exchanging small red items.

Ciao: Means “Hey!”, “Hello”, etc. Used as a greeting on a daily basis. Mainly used between people who are familiar with each other. Saying this enthusiastically is sure to get you a smile in return…

Intelligence division: A group of all male sailors who specialize in diplomacy and gathering information and protect the island from outside threats. They are a part of the Family but mainly operate at sea.

Dino: A craftsman at the glass workshop. 24 years old. Acquainted with Sera and has also met Nova. Skilled at glass blowing but does admit that Sera is more talented.

Tiramisu: Quintessential of Italian dolce. Bitter espresso and marscapone cheese make an exquisite pairing. It’s name means “cheer me up”.

Teo: The son of the governor, Agata. 18 years old. His full name is Theodore. Respects Vir almost to the point of blind faith due to a certain incident. Shrimp fritters are his favorite.

Debito: A fashionable man who lives for amore. 24 years old. Treats women and children kindly despite how he looks, but speaks in a foul manner. Executive of the Coins and runs the casino. Also performs various other jobs…

Equivalent exchange: Exchanging things of equal value. A term used frequently by alchemists. If you want something, you must offer something of equal value. That is the principle behind an equivalent exchange.

Donatella: One of three maids who take care of the entire mansion. Good at keeping a straight face, but can still be playful. Calm, collected, and often calls out others on their stupidity.

Torta di mele: A tart that typically uses apples. The crispy crust an tart apples taste exquisite. Tastes nostalgic to Ash.

Dolce: An Italian word that refers to sweetness or sweets. Can also be used as a compliment for women.

Donna: An Italian word that refers to a proprietress. Also a title for the heroine after she succeeds Papa as head of the Family.

Na-No

Natale: The Italian word for Christmas. People will usually get together with family to celebrate on the night of Natale. It can also be a day for couples to spend together.

Nino: A member of the Intelligence division. Dante’s subordinate. 32 years old. A keen sailor who supports Dante, but has very bad luck. Will always take the opportunity to pursue luck.

Nicola: Nova’s mother. When Nova’s Death powers went out of control at a young age, she was put to sleep for 7 years, but has now woken up. Is usually gentle.

Neve: Sumire’s younger sister by blood. 17 years old. Her real name is Yuki (kanji for happiness). Skilled at fortune-telling and also uses it in sales. Loves and respects Vir, with whom she has a romantic relationship.

Nova: A skilled Regalo swordsman. 16 years old. The disciplined executive of the Chalices and the heroine’s cousin. Strict on others just as he is on himself. He still isn’t done growing.

Nordia: A city located to the north of Regalo that takes a few days to reach by ship. Many canals run through the city, making it famous as the Capital of Water. The Acqua Tempesta is a constant concern.

Nordia merchants: The merchants that are led by Vir. It’s members are Sera, Teo, and Neve. They have a contract with the governor, Agata, to travel around selling their wares.

Nord: A country that is located even further north from Nordia. Temperatures are low year-round which makes life in the area difficult. The population decreases every year.

Ha-Ho

Pace: A natural Regalo man. 26 years old. The executive of the Clubs and the Deputy Chief Executive. Loves lasagna and always has a smile on his face. Is actually a noble and son of the lord.

Papa: Means “father” in Italian and can also refer to the Pope. The term is also used for the leader of the organization and is Mondo’s title.

Babbo Natale: The Italian word for Santa Claus. Shows up in the “Adventures of Liberta the Hero” stories that Liberta tells. Virtually everyone in Regalo has heard of him.

Patrick: One of the court cards. The king of the Clubs. 28 years old. Supports Pace by managing the serie. The long part of his hair that looks like a tail is a style point of his.

Panettone: A traditional sweet bread that is eaten during Natale. The dry fruits inside and freshly baked crust are exquisite. So good that even grown-ups and children will fight over it.

Panna: Means fresh cream in Italian. Spreading lots of panna on panettone when eating it during Natale is the Regalo way.

Bambina: Means a young girl in Italian. Young boys are called bambino. Mainly used by Debito when referring to the heroine.

Piccolino: An event that members of the Family hold occasionally. They gather the children in the church to play, talk, and eat snacks together.

Pino: One of the court cards. The queen of the Clubs. 23 years old. A glutton who’s motto is “meals should be fun”, but has the best manners out of all the Clubs. Has a bit of a sharp tongue.

Chickpea: A small legume that is used in soups and salads. Usually used as a term for teasing Nova in the story.

Federica: The beautiful owner of a tailoring shop. Owns a white cat named Fran. Her age is super top secret. Gets along very well with Martha.

Federica Dress: The tailoring shop run by Federica. The shopfront is decorated with many dresses. They also sell accessories and such.

Felicita (default name): A girl who is loved deeply. 17 years old. The executive of the Swords and their Madonna. Has a cool personality and talks with her kicks before her words, but is just hiding her embarrassment. Secretly a romantic. The heroine of the story.

Buona Notte: A phrase that means “good night”. Said to wish someone a pleasant night.

Fortuna: The 10th card, the Wheel of Fortune. The name of the Tarocco that the heroine hosts. Its full name is Ruota della Fortuna.

Fukurota (default name): A female little owl. Gifted to the heroine by Dante when she was young. Now the heroine’s best friend.

Furio: A poor boy who is a childhood friend of Clarissa. 13 years old. His family is poor and he works as a shoe polisher. Seems to have some relation to Pace…

Fred: One of the court cards. The queen of the chalices. 20 years old. Mercilessly ties up troublemaking evildoers with his whip. His hobby is reading books and has an eloquent but sharp tongue.

Peridot: A bright green gemstone. Luca refined it to use as a replacement for Debito’s amethyst eye. It holds the meaning of “bonds of fate”.

Mr. Hat: Vir’s nickname for Luca. Comes from his trademark hat. Keeps using it no matter how many times Luca corrects him. Probably won’t be changing his ways…

Pawn: One of the pieces used in chess. The weakest piece representing a foot soldier. Using them properly can determine victory or defeat.

Homunculus: Refers to the artificial lifeforms created by alchemists. Some say that they go against the principle of life…

Polpo: Means “octopus” in Italian. There are rumors that Jolly used to use them as experimental subjects. Delicious when cooked and fun to look at.

Board Game Tournament: A tournament held on the last day of the masquerade. A large event held to celebrate Nordia in which the governor Agata herself takes part. Agata was the champion in recent years.

Ma-Mo

Martha: The mansion’s cook. 38 years old. A spirited woman who is in charge of all the Family’s meals. She can apparently make anything you request of her.

Masquarade: A large festival held during New Year’s in Nordia. It lasts for 10 days and a board game tournament with the governor takes place on the last day. Many tourists come to experience the event.

Mama: Means “mother” in Italian. It refers to the motherly figure of the organization, who is Sumire in the story.

Milena: The youngest daughter of Augar Blanco. Ran borderline scams in order to pursue the person she liked, but the incident was resolved at the Isis Regalo. Exchanges letters with the heroine.

Mariella: One of three maids who take care of the entire mansion. Has a calming presence and acts as an older sister figure. She is surprisingly clumsy.

Bird of Prey: A category of bird that includes owls. They tend to prey on other animals. Debito tends to use this to refer to Fukurota. (X)

Mostro Abissale: The name of a limone pie that Jolly made. It’s full name is “Capriccio of Enhancement, Mostro Abissale”. It seemingly has the effect of making whoever consumes it manlier like Dante.

Fir Tree: A type of pine tree that is typically used as a Christmans tree. It isn’t typically done in Regalo, but they are often decorated in celebration of Christmas abroad.

Moreno: Nova’s father and Mondo’s older brother. However, his current involvement with the Family is minimal. Was put to sleep for 7 years when Nova lost control of his powers at a young age. Strict, but kind deep down.

Mondo: The ridiculously doting father, Papa. 59 years old. Currently the well respected head of the Family. Has a personality that inevitably brings people together. Is soft towards his daughter.

Ya-Yo

Procuress: A woman who trains and procures women for a pleasure district. It is said that they put a great amount of effort into training girls so they can attract high class clients.

Liberta the Hero: The name Liberta uses when he tells stories of his adventures. Very popular with children. He seems to exaggerate quite a bit, but he claims they are about 70% true…

Ghost Ship: Refers to Ash’s ship, the Vascello Fantasma. In the past, it sailed with many ghosts and skeletons who could not be put to rest aboard. There are apples everywhere.

Yuki: Neve’s real name. Written with the character for “happiness”. Changed her name to “Neve” after meeting Vir. After fulfilling a promise, she may start going by this name once more.

Joshua: Mondo’s first son whom he had with his first wife. He eloped and went missing, but reappeared on the ghost ship… His wife’s name was Kiara.

Ra-Ro

La Giustizia: The 8th card, Justice. The name of the Tarocco that Joshua hosted. Invokes the scales and calls forth either an overwhelmingly powerful attack or defensive array.

La Stella: The 17th card, the Star. The name of the Tarocco that Neve hosts. Grants the power to grant the wish of another just once.

La Temperanza: The 14th card, Temperance. The name of the Tarocco that Luca hosts. Grants the power to nullify Arcana powers.

La Torre: The 16th card, the Tower. The name of the Tarocco that Elmo hosts. Grants the power to create a strong wall over an area that protects from attacks.

La Forza: The 11th card, Strength. The name of the Tarocco that Pace hosts. Grants extreme physical strength.

La Primavera: A spring festival in Regalo. Many people will wear costumes and several events will be held to heighten the festive atmosphere.

La Morte: The 13th card, Death. The name of the Tarocco that Nova hosts. Grants the power to temporarily put people in the area to sleep.

La Luna: The 18th card, the Moon. The name of the Tarocco that Jolly hosts. Grants the power to call up a person’s painful memories.

Lasagna: An oven-baked dish of layered sheet pasta and sauce. Pace says its name strangely, but there’s no real meaning to it.

L’Appeso: The 12th card, the Hanged Man. The name of the Tarocco that Sera hosts. Grants the power to temporarily deprive nearby people of their vision.

Raphaelo: One of the court cards. The page of the Swords. 25 years old. Usually doesn’t talk much, but occasionally has harsh opinions. He is easily misinterpreted, but is actually just very honest.

Gli Amanti: The 6th card, the Lovers. The name of the Tarocco that the heroine hosts. Grants the power to read the hearts of others.

Ristorante: Means “restaurant” in Italian. Many specialize in dishes using fresh seafood. Their dolce is also delicious.

Liberta: One who understands the value of foolishness. 19 years old. A member of Intelligence who loves the sea and freedom. Has a bright, energetic personality despite the complex circumstances behind his birth. Has difficulties due to not knowing how to act around women.

Limone Pie: A pie using lemons. The members of the Family all have different tastes, but they all agree that Luca’s limone pie is a delicacy. Tastes even better cold. They should never be thrown.

Lord: Governs the land that they preside over. Pace and Alberto’s father has lordship over Regalo.

Apple: A type of fruit. Their balance of sweet and sour makes them suited for use in dolce. Ash’s favorite food and his Vascello Fantasma stocks tons of them.

L'Imperatore: The 4th card, the Emperor. The name of the Tarocco that Dante hosts. Grants the power to manipulate a person’s memories or temporarily brainwash them.

Luce: One of the court cards. The page of the Chalices. 20 years old. Has a baby face that makes him look younger than he is. Likes to tease Nova the most out of the Chalices.

Luca: An overly doting attendant. 29 years old. His hobbies are sewing and alchemy. Was also once a secretary. A kind older brother figure who has taken care of the heroine for 13 years. Can be incompetent at times.

The Lucellino Company: A secret organization who’s name means “little bird of light”. They appear to be a trading company on the surface, but rumor has it that they have another hidden side…

Regalo sunshine: Refers to a perfectly sunny day without a cloud in sight. On days with weather like this, it isn’t unusual to see people doing their laundry while looking up at the sky and calling out “Look at this Regalo sunshine!”.

Island of Regalo: The island that the story takes place on. Often targeted by pirates and foreign nations due to its abundance in resources. The name Regalo means “gift”.

Renato: One of the court cards. The knight of the Coins. 26 years old. The diligent type, which is rare in the Coins. His cool demeanor makes him popular with women. Doesn’t smile outside of work.

L'Eremita: The 9th card, the Hermit. The name of the Tarocco that Debito hosts. Grants the power to become invisible and undetectable by others.

Alchemy: A practice that involves refining various materials into a complete form. Those who practice this art are called alchemists. Jolly, Luca, and Ash are known as the alchemist trio.

Rollo: One of the court cards. The page of the Coins. 23 years old. Has a good head on his shoulders and is skilled at adapting to the needs of others. A calculated gentleman.

Wa

Wheel: Anything that is round or goes in a loop. Whether that be fate or connections with others. The world is made up on many wheels.

Wine: An alcoholic beverage made of fermented grape juice. A favorite drink of Debito’s and Dante’s. It is best consumed warm during cold seasons.

Puppy Brothers: A term used to collectively refer to Liberta and Pace. References how they act like a large and medium-sized dog respectively.

~*End*~

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[neopuff]

carro banging the tunes HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

[nostalgic-muffins]

Wait it's your birthday? Happy birthday!

thank you carro !!!

[kayshla19]

Happy Birthday to me ♥ Chulería ...♥Style3215 by Kay ღ Lush ღ Photographer Via Flickr: thisiskayshla.blogspot.com/2023/08/style3215.html OKI DOKI Perdoname, ey! lo siento bebé Hablando claro Yo queriéndote Tanto’ culos chimba por usted patié Devuélveme todo’ lo’ carro’ y los patek Atrás de él veo qué tenía Se descuidó y no fue culpa mía Hey, ¿Qué vamo’ a hacer? Baby te me cuidas De este culo no te olvidas No me digas puta El error fue tuyo Y la vida e’ mía Baby te me cuidas De este culo no te olvidas No me digas puta El error fue tuyo Y la vida e’ mía Esta grandota Es una chulería

[twisted-lassie]

Happy birthday @lettheladylead! For your birthday, I decided some Klondike Scroldie would be good for the day. I hope you like it.

[iamthehousethatfloats]

dickie and gyro with 26!

So, @neopuff sent me this prompt a HUNDRED YEARS AGO and as I was trying to find something to do for her birthday (I’m late, it was Saturday, SORRY) I stumbled across it. A departure from Scroldie but our favourite unlikely besties, so I thought it was appropriate for International Carro Day! Enjoy!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARRO MY FRIEND!! 💕💕💕

🔭🔬🧪

Gyro Gearloose stood in the doorway of his lab under the Money Bin, systematically banging his head against the door frame.

‘Dickie, will you hurry up? If we’re not up in the board room in the next five minutes, Mr McDuck will cut our funding. You’ll be responsible for losing a lot of people their unpaid internships.’

‘Pfft, Grandpa Scrooge isn’t going to cut any funding. He just likes to torture you.’ Dickie dismissed, rifling through the suitcase she’d brought home from college. She hadn’t even been back to the mansion yet, let alone unpacked. Now she was beginning to realise that hardly anything she’d brought home was actually her own. She appeared in her next catwalk look seconds later, with a plush velvet blazer tossed casually over her shoulders and oversized sunglasses falling lopsided on her beak.

‘What do you think, is purple my colour?’ She grinned.

Gyro glared. ‘You look ridiculous.’

‘Shut up, I look great! It’s all about making an impression, Gyro. If we want the board to listen to our ideas, we need them to remember us.’

‘They know who I am, Dickie!’ Gyro groaned, exasperated.

‘Well, isn’t that part of the problem?’ Dickie intoned with a wink. She held out the jacket and squinted in his direction, visualising.

‘You know what, actually I think maybe purple is your colour.’ She remarked.

Gyro deadpanned. ‘What?’

‘Maybe part of the problem is this whole... thing? You know?’ Dickie gestured vaguely at Gyro’s entire body. ‘Sure, you’ve got style Gyro, but your style screams ‘I’ve got a massive stick up my butt’. Maybe if you loosen up, play it a bit more approachable, you know... Jonathan van Nest it up! Queer Eye for the Science Guy. That sort of thing.’

‘You’re talking gibberish. Again.’ Gyro grumbled.

‘Oh, you know those references. Don’t lie.’ Dickie laughed. ‘Look, I’m sure this little preppy bow tie and waistcoat combo gets you plenty of tail feathers in the gay clubs but this buttoned up look, twinned with your winning personality, it’s not the most power dressing combo.’

‘Wait, what?’ The blood all seemed to leave Gyro’s face. He went entirely white. And then he turned rather pink.

‘What?’ Dickie frowned, replaying her words in her head, trying to figure out what she’d said wrong.

‘Why did you say that?’ Gyro managed, looking like he might be about to self combust.

‘Say what?’

‘Do you think I’m... that I’m a...’ he trailed off, and Dickie frowned, trying to put the pieces together.

‘A raging homosexual? Yes. Of course I do. Of course you are.’

‘I- but- I... who have you been talking to?!’ Gyro spluttered.

Dickie froze. ‘Uh... you? I mean not this you, but still, you. The you in my world...’ Then her brain caught up with her mouth and she realised her misstep. Gyro’s face had turned the same purple as the jacket she was offering him. ‘Ohhhhhh. So here, you’re not...’

‘No.’ Gyro said sharply.

‘Okay. Cool.’ Then Dickie frowned again. ‘But I mean, you are... aren’t you?’

‘Well... I... I suppose. Yes. Goddamnit Dickie, this is none of your business.’ Gyro flushed an even brighter shade of puce.

‘Of course it is Gyro, we’re best friends!’

‘We are not.’

Dickie rolled her eyes and ignored him, as was her way. But even she had to notice how uncomfortable he was, and so she immediately turned her intensity level down several notches.

‘Okay listen, you don’t have to wear the jacket.’ She said. ‘I’ll wear it! I’ll be fabulous enough for the both of us.’

She went to shrug back into the plum coloured velvet, but Gyro stopped her.

‘Dickie... hold on.’

‘Hmm?’

Gyro didn’t look at her. Instead, he stared rather intensely at his own feet.

‘Alright, give me the damn jacket.’

Dickie grinned in utter delight. ‘Really?’

‘Yes, really. But if we don’t get this funding approved and Mr McDuck so much as looks at me funny, you’re fired.’

‘You can’t fire me from an unpaid internship at my grandpa’s company, but sure okay, if it helps you sleep at night to think you can.’ Dickie twirled around in excitement while Gyro ignored her, and carefully slipped his arms into the jacket. As soon as he stopped to smooth out the lapels, Dickie gasped.

‘You. Look. Fabulous!’ She squealed. Gyro flushed again, and she fought the urge to hug him. ‘Come on, let’s go smash ourselves a boring board meeting. And then afterwards we’re going for cocktails!’

‘You’re not even old enough to drink!’ Gyro objected.

‘Technicalities.’ Dickie rolled her eyes. ‘Oh, and Gyro?’

‘What?’ He asked, exasperated. Dickie grinned again and went to pop a folded up handkerchief into the breast pocket as a make shift pocket square. He really did look very dapper indeed. She stood back, admiring her work.

‘I think purple really is your colour!’

[goldiejake11]

Apologies to Flintheart Glomgold who had to be bumped this evening for ... technical difficulties involving high velocity pastry.

Sorry I haven’t posted anything for a while - got hit with covid and then a week later got food poisoning.  yay me. 

I really wanted to get something out for @lettheladylead birthday like...a month ago, lol.  I am also hoping that this will be the first of several drawings to celebrate Scrooge McDuck’s 75th this year. Hope this fits the bill for both!  

Happy birthday Carro, you Scroldie goddess!  Our world would be a lot darker without you and your incredible gifts. 

[abiskibita]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lettheladylead​ !!!! 🎂🎉🥳

Sorry for the delay, I tried too hard to deliver it on the 13th, but I couldn't. Anyway, here's a little gift, also as a token of gratitude and congratulations for the 30 best chapters :DDDD 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Some details that I would like to mention in the drawing is that the map that is in the background shows the places where Scrooge and Goldie have been, I know that you don't see much but I attach an image apart from that, also the years and the names of the places are random, they don't have an order, except the year they met, I consider it important and that's why I wanted to highlight it a little more :3 

I liked the elements in the background, they are obviously elements that have been mentioned throughout the fic. Maybe the idea of the title is not understood but my idea was that they push the name.

I know there is still a lot to add, but I wanted this cover to be ready for Carro's birthday, a little late but not too late c: possibly I will add more elements later.

Again, congratulations, I hope you had a great time owo Elements used:

And an apology for the ugly animations, it was not the initial idea, the idea was that they keep the same position, but while I was finishing the sketches, I had the idea of the animation (and I repeat, I did not have too much time lmao) that is not well done but I wanted at least to get the idea across.

[fisksaturday]

happy birthday carro @neopuff​ 

[lettheladylead]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARRO! 🎉🦆🍰🎂

THANKS!

[khagihan2000]

A gift for @lettheladylead

Yes. Came up with the post mentioned Goldie voiced by Fujiko Mine. Who would like Goldie carried Uzi and defeat the whole Eggheads?

And Dickie Duck really love her granny too.

Btw. Happy late birthday, Carro

[imagineseheadcanons]

Yo yo yo hj é o niver de Ramuda (meu husbando n° 1 em Hypmic 🐕) queria pedir um imagine de aniversário, onde a namorada de Ramuda comemora o aniversário junto com ele ☕

Yo! Seu pedido foi muita coincidência, pois eu já estava planejando escrever para ele na plataforma Social Spirit utilizando uma temática similar. Ramuda também é meu husbado número 1 em HypMic e ele pega o topo do meu top 10 de husbandos de todos os animes/jogos, eu simplesmente amo esse garoto e foi um prazer escrever para ele, obrigada pelo pedido e espero que goste <3

Número de palavras: 5.104

Escrito e postado por mim em minha conta no Social Spirit: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/chocolate-day-happy-birthday-ramuda-amemura-imagine-23610374

-Ramuda Amemura (Hypnosis Microphone)

A lua brilhava no topo do céu com toda sua elegância e esplendor, possuindo o objetivo de iluminar as noites escuras com seu brilho encantador e perolado, porém devido a evolução humana, já não era mais necessário, tornando-se um símbolo noturno de incrível beleza já não notada pelas rotinas apressadas de adultos estressados. Inúmeros prédios tão altos que quase rasgavam os céus brilhavam tanto quanto a lua, que combinados as luzes dos postes, os faróis dos carros e as construções bem iluminadas, apagavam o delicado brilho perolado que não podia mais ser notado devido a quantidade de luz elétrica presente, tornando a lua uma mera decoração no céu.

As pequenas, delicadas e cintilantes estrelas já não podiam mais ser vistas em meio a tanta luz, apenas uma meia dúzia de estrelas conseguiam ser vistas no véu noturno, brilhando com toda a força que possuíam, destacando-se das demais que apesar de não ser possível ver, estavam lá, brilhando fracamente, porém com todo seu esplendor. O céu noturno era uma coisa linda de se ver, o véu azul combinados a majestosa lua perolada que iluminava tudo com um filtro prateado, assim como as estrelas que davam um charme a escuridão, mas atualmente, tal tela já não podia mais ser vista e sequer era notada diante das rotinas apressadas dos humanos que mal dormiam.

Abaixo desse exuberante céu abandonado pelas pessoas, encontrava-se um rapaz de baixa estatura com curtos cabelos rosados e lindos olhos claros, vestia uma camisa de abotoar branca por baixo de uma jaqueta azul esverdeada, assim como calças pretas e sapatos de mesma cor. Este rapaz era Ramuda Amemura, designer de moda e líder do grupo Fling Posse, conhecido como Easy R, equipe responsável por representar Shibuya, seu distrito, em batalhas de rap.

O rapaz caminhava tranquilamente pela calçada com um largo sorriso no rosto, balançando de um lado para o outro de maneira sutil uma sacola de papel azul, cantarolando enquanto erguia a cabeça e admirava o céu. As estrelas podiam não ser vistas de onde ele estava e a lua poderia estar do lado oposto do caminho que ele seguia, porém o rapaz achava beleza mesmo assim naquela vastidão azul escura, pois sabia que em algum lugar naquela escuridão, encontravam-se incontáveis estrelas que brilhavam lindamente em algum lugar, tal pensamento sempre melhorava seu humor.

Hoje havia sido um dia complicado, Ramuda teve muito trabalho no local onde desenhava e ajudava na confecção de suas roupas, além disso, estava organizando um desfile que aconteceria daqui algumas semanas para expor a nova linha de roupas que ele havia preparado nos últimos meses, devido a isso sua rotina estava mais do que corrida. Ramuda precisava terminar alguns desenhos que precisavam de acabamento antes de irem para a linha de produção, precisava fazer ajustes nas roupas prontas para que estivessem perfeitas e precisava organizar todo o desfile, ver com o local se estava tudo certo, escolher as modelos, contratar fotógrafos e cuidar da decoração do local para que harmonizasse com suas roupas, era muito serviço para apenas uma pessoa, porém ele preferia organizar por si mesmo.

O estilista não trabalhava sozinho, isso era óbvio, ele possuía uma equipe completa de pessoas a disposição para ajudar, porém já dizia um antigo ditado: “se quer que as coisas saíam bem feitas, faça você mesmo”, e por mais descontraído que Amemura fosse, ele levava seu trabalho muito a sério e queria que tudo fosse perfeito. Amemura havia apostado em uma linha de roupas mais despojado, algo no estilo street, algo estiloso e folgado, algo que fosse confortável, porém bonito, algo mais jovem, colorido e diferente, por isso queria que o desfile fosse um sucesso, queria mostrar ao mundo suas novas ideias e esperava que fossem bem aceitas e tudo dependia desse desfile.

Devido a tal pensamento, o rapaz estava uma pilha de nervos, por mais que por fora aparentasse o ser descontraído e bobo de sempre, sorrindo e fazendo piadas, divertindo-se e rindo enquanto consumia um pirulito atrás de outro, açúcar era como álcool para o rapaz e ele estava claramente viciado e dependente. Por dentro, o rapaz estava mais do que pressionado e o pior era que a pressão estava vindo dele mesmo, queria tanto que tudo desse certo que estava colando seus nervos em jogo, porém fingia muito bem, afinal, estava acostumado a esconder suas verdadeiras emoções, já era algo comum em seu dia a dia.

Por conta de tudo isso, Ramuda esperava desestressar um pouco hoje, por isso trazia dentro da sacola que se encontrava em uma de suas mãos, uma grande caixa de chocolates com recheios sortidos, um lindo buque de rosas e uma garrafa de vinho. Hoje não era apenas o aniversário de Ramuda, mas também o dia dos namorados, e como um bom namorado que gostava de mimar o amor de sua vida, comprou tudo isso para que tivessem um momento romântico.

O rapaz sentia que precisava disso, necessitava de uma dose de tempo com a pessoa que amava, você era como um remédio que tirava todo o estresse e preocupações que ele sentia, quando estava com você nada mais importava, eram apenas conversas divertidas que faziam o rapaz perder a noção de tempo, risadas espontâneas, sorrisos lindos vindos de você e o som de sua voz, essa que era mais tentadora que o canto de uma sereia. O rapaz simplesmente amava você com todas as suas forças, apenas sua presença era o suficiente para fazer ele se sentir calmo, sua voz o acalmava mais do que qualquer coisa, adorava jogar conversa fora com você, amava ver seu sorriso, principalmente quando ele era o motivo dele, adorava ouvir sua risada, assim como seu calor.

Sempre que o estilista se encontrava muito cansado ou estressado com algo, você o abraçava e isso era tudo que ele precisava, o calor de seu corpo, a segurança de seus braços, a maciez da sua pele e o seu cheiro eram como uma droga, se você fizesse carinho nos cabelos dele, o estilista se transformava em uma poça, derretendo a cada um de seus toques. Ter você em sua vida já era uma necessidade, o garoto estava caído de amores e não conseguia mais imaginar sua vida sem você, sem seus sorrisos, sem sua voz, sem seu olhar ou sem seus toques, ele precisava de tudo isso para se manter firme nessa dura vida e esperava, do fundo do coração, que esse amor durasse para sempre.

Como hoje era o dia dos namorados, Ramuda queria passar seu tempo livre com você, ele havia recebido convites de Gentaro Yumeno e Dice Arisugawa, companheiros que pertenciam ao Fling Posse e amigos queridos, esses que queriam comemorar o aniversário com ele, convidando-o para beberem em algum lugar e jogar conversa fora. Por mais que Ramuda gostasse deles, preferia passar a data com sua namorada, afinal, era dia dos namorados e sentia muita falta de você, mesmo que se vissem com frequência ou mandassem mensagens todos os dias, nada se comparava a um momento tranquilo e relaxante a sós, se Ramuda pudesse, pararia o tempo para que ficassem nessa utopia relaxante e amorosa para sempre.

Por conta disso, o rapaz fez questão de comprar itens para passarem o dia dos namorados, as famosas rosas que eram um símbolo da data e um bom vinho, este que combinava perfeitamente com os chocolates que havia comprado, bombons de chocolate ao leite com recheios sortidos, tudo pronto para que passassem uma noite romântica, relaxada e tranquila. Devido a isso, o rapaz mal podia se aguentar de ansiedade, já sentindo seu coração acelerar por antecipação, cantarolando para si mesmo enquanto já sentia seu estresse sumir, era como um milagre, pois estava apenas pensando em você, sequer havia visto você naquele dia e pensar que estava a poucos minutos de lhe ver o deixavam mais agitado.

Naquele momento, Amemura respirou fundo e sorriu para o nada, desde que acordou, sentiu-se mal humorado, afinal, hoje era o aniversário dele e não queria trabalhar no dia de hoje, queria passar ele com você, levar você em um parque de diversões ou irem no shopping para se divertirem, ou qualquer coisa que você quisesse fazer, poderia ser o aniversário dele, mas adorava passar um tempo com você. Por ter que trabalhar no dia de hoje, Amemura já acordou chateado e após um dia estressante, estava uma pilha de estresse ambulante, mas agora seu dia estava prestes a melhorar, até mesmo se esquecendo do próprio aniversário, ele pensava apenas em ver você e aproveitarem o dia dos namorados juntos, como o fofo casal que eram.

O romântico e travesso rapaz estava tão perdido em seus próprios pensamentos, assim como em sua imaginação, que mal percebeu quando chegou em seu endereço, parando de entrar assim que se deparou com a fachada já conhecida, afinal, namoravam a alguns anos e já havia vindo aqui milhares de vezes. Assim que se viu parado em frente à sua moradia, um sorriso espontâneo surgiu nos lábios do rapaz, um sorriso tão natural que ele mal percebeu quando ele surgiu, apressando o passo em direção ao local onde você morava, desejando entrar logo apenas para lhe ver, já imaginando como seria quando o recebesse.

Enquanto se aproximava da entrada, o garoto se perdia em seus pensamentos, imaginando que tinha de roupa estaria usando ao recebê-lo, possuindo total certeza que estaria fofa e atraente como de costume, pois aos olhos dele, você ficava incrível até mesmo de pijama, vestimenta favorita dele. Um pijama poderia ser uma roupa que não deveria ser usada na frente dos outros, e por isso que ele tanto gostava, fazia o garoto se sentir especial, pois era a única pessoa que podia lhe ver de pijama e independentemente, achava que você ficava adorável nele, mesmo em uma manhã descabelada, aquilo apenas a deixava mais fofa e engraçada, ou talvez fosse seu coração apaixonado, encantado como em um feitiço e se fosse, não queria sair dele.

Novamente perdido em pensamentos, Ramuda mal percebeu quando ficou diante da porta de entrada de sua residência, estava tão imerso em sua imaginação, tão profundo em devaneios que sequer notava o que estava acontecendo ao seu redor, era o efeito que você tinha nele e ele adorava, pois era o que fazia ele resistir em situações difíceis, era como uma corda salva-vidas. Como estava diante da porta que levava até você, como um portal que o levaria para o mundo de seus sonhos, Ramuda não perdeu tempo e bateu na porta, dando três toques fortes e firmes, segurando-se para não bater de novo e torcendo para você estar em casa, havia planejado tudo para fazer uma surpresa, se você não estivesse, tudo iria por água abaixo.

— Já vou, só um minuto. — O rapaz conseguiu ouvir sua voz do outro lado, soando de forma abafada devido à distância e a porta que os separava, porém aquilo já era o suficiente para fazer o coração dele acelerar e um sorriso surgir, era aquela voz que ele tanto amava e qual sentia falta de ouvir.

Mesmo estando do outro lado da porta, Amemura conseguia ouvir um pouco do que estava acontecendo do outro lado, pelo som de talheres e panelas, você deveria estar na cozinha, talvez fazendo o jantar, já que já era noite, enquanto o som da televisão surgia de forma abafada em um canal aleatório. Apenas imaginar isso já deixava Amemura animado, sua comida caseira era deliciosa e se pudesse conseguir um jantar, ficaria ainda mais feliz, havia trazido até mesmo um vinho que poderiam utilizar, caso não quisesse beber combinados a chocolate, o que você quisesse estava bom para ele.

— Feliz dia dos namorados! — Ramuda bradou em um tom mais alto que o normal assim que a porta foi aberta, esboçando um largo sorriso enquanto erguia a mão livre para cima, queria erguer os braços e pular em você, mas sabia que estava levando uma garrafa de vinho da sacola e não podia correr o risco de quebrá-la — Vim fazer uma surpresa.

— Ramuda. — Você pronunciou em um tom divertido e bobo, soltando uma risadinha suave logo em seguida, esboçando um sorriso tímido enquanto olhava ele de maneira amorosa, realmente havia se surpreendido com a visita dele, e era sempre bom vê-lo — Que coincidência, estava prestes a ligar para você.

Após dizer isso, abriu a porta por completo e deu espaço para o rapaz entrar em sua casa e sem esperar nem mais um segundo, ele adentrou o local e rapidamente seus olhos se depararam com algo que chamava atenção. Diante dos olhos dele se encontrava sua sala de estar, está que estava decorada com balões em formato de coração nas cores vermelho e rosa claro, uma coberta fofa e macia vermelha havia sido esticada em um dos sofás, enquanto outros detalhes chamavam a atenção do aniversariante.

Conforme caminhava pelo local, o delicioso cheiro de chocolate invadia suas narinas, encontrando a fonte do cheiro rapidamente, pois a mesa de centro de sua sala estava recheada de guloseimas, como um bolo pequeno de chocolate cercado por bombons ao redor. Além disso, outros doces se encontravam presentes, como uma grande caixa de chocolates e uma tigela com pirulitos feitos de chocolate, era tanto doce que se não se controlassem, alguém sairia com cárie ou com diabetes.

— Feliz aniversário. — Você sussurrou de repente, Ramuda estava tão distraído olhando tudo aquilo que mal notou sua aproximação, você havia chegado bem perto e passado os braços ao redor dele por trás, beijando a orelha dele enquanto utilizava um tom de voz baixo — E feliz dia dos namorados também.

— Isso tudo é para o meu aniversário? — O rapaz perguntou em um tom surpreso, sabia que hoje era seu aniversário, porém esteve tão focado em passar uma noite de namorados que esqueceu brevemente este pequeno detalhe, tudo que queria era passar o dia dos namorados, independentemente de ser seu aniversário ou não.

— É claro, não achou que eu me esqueceria, não é? — Respondeu em um tom descontraído, abraçando seu namorado com mais força enquanto descansava sua cabeça no ombro dele, desde que acordou, não fez mais do que enviar uma mensagem desejando os parabéns para ele, porém como o considerava uma pessoa especial em sua vida, queria fazer algo mais que apenas dar os parabéns — Como seu aniversário é no dia dos namorados, pensei em juntar os dois e comemorarmos, o que acha?

— Está tudo tão perfeito! —Amemura respondeu em seu comum tão empolgado e alegre, esboçando um largo sorriso enquanto virava o rosto em sua direção, olhando-a com certa confusão e mistério em seus lindos olhos claros — Mas né, como sabia que eu vinha aqui? Está tudo perfeitamente preparado e bem a tempo, você me assusta as vezes.

— Eu não sabia, eu ia te ligar pedindo que passasse aqui. — Disse em seguida em um tom de voz divertido, soltando uma risadinha que fez a pele de Amemura arrepiar, já que você estava com o rosto tão perto da orelha dele — Foi realmente uma surpresa ver você batendo na porta bem na hora que eu ia te ligar, fale sobre timing.

— Estamos conectados, isso sim, é como se soubéssemos perfeitamente o que o outro estava planejando. — O estilista respondeu em seu comum tom, porém com uma dose de amor na voz, olhando para você com certa adoração enquanto sorria, gostava de pensar dessa maneira, como se completassem um ao outro, como se já fossem um só e soubessem exatamente o que o outro estava elaborando — Eu também trouxe umas coisinhas.

Após dizer isso, o designer se soltou de seus braços e se afastou de você, caminhando até um sofá e colocando a sacola que carregava em cima, retirando de dentro a caixa de chocolates e o vinho, itens que chamara sua atenção. Assim que seus olhos viram o presente, não conseguiu evitar de esboçar um sorriso bobo enquanto seu coração apertava, realmente, era como se o designer tivesse lido sua mente e se preparado junto com você.

— Eu comprei um vinho para acompanhar os doces, alguns ficam ótimos se acompanhados com chocolates. — O garoto falou assim que mostrou os presentes, porém os colocou em cima da mesa de centro em um espaço que não atrapalhasse e em seguida, retirou o buque de rosas de dentro da sacola, mostrando-as para você — Eu comprei elas para você.

— São lindas, Ramuda. — Disse em um tom doce e gentil, olhando para ele com amor nos olhos, aproximando-se para pegar o buque e assim que o fez, depositou um beijinho rápido e amoroso em uma das bochechas de seu namorado — Eu amei elas, muito obrigada.

Após dizer isso, afastou-se de Ramuda e caminhou em direção a cozinha, está que estava com um cheiro forte de chocolate e o fogão ligada, devido a visita inesperada, havia se esquecido brevemente do que estava fazendo, porém desligou o mais rápido possível o fogo antes que queimasse o que estava fazendo. Em seguida, começou a abrir as gavetas em busca de uma tesoura, enquanto Ramuda observava você a uma certa distância, havia seguido você assim que se afastou para ver o que você faria, surpreendendo-se ao vê-la com uma tesoura em mãos cortando a parte de baixo do caule das flores.

— O que está fazendo? — Ele perguntou em um tom curioso e manhoso, agindo como o típico Amemura de sempre, esboçando um sorriso travesso enquanto olhava você com curiosidade, depois de cortar a parte de baixo das flores, foi em busca de um recipiente para colocá-las.

— Cortando a parte de baixo do caule, quando eles colhem as flores, a seiva de dentro fica exposta devido ao corte e resseca com o tempo. — Você começou a explicar enquanto ia em busca de algo, encontrando algo que parecia um vaso, ou que poderia servir como um temporariamente, enchendo-o de água logo em seguida — Quando você corta de volta, a seiva fica exposta de novo e se você colocar elas na água, as flores duram mais, pois assim ela absorver mais água e se mantém viva por mais tempo.

— Você sabe de tantas coisas, adoro quando você expõe seus conhecimentos, fica tão linda. — O garoto disse com seu comum tom, utilizando um tom de voz atrevido, porém apaixonado, pois realmente era verdade, amava quando você se mostrava tão inteligente, era uma característica que simplesmente o deixava caidinho — O que estava fazendo antes de eu chegar?

Após dizer isso, Ramuda apontou para uma panela quente que se encontrava no fogo, aquela que esteve até então esquentando antes de você desligar, aproximando-se dela e encontrando algo que parecia chocolate derretido, porém mais líquido, provavelmente com bastante leite misturado. Assim que ouviu a pergunta de Ramuda, aproximou-se dele com o improvisado vaso em mãos e olhou para a panela, lembrando-se do que estava planejando antes de ser surpreendida.

— Eu estava fazendo chocolate-quente, como o tempo tem esfriado, pensei que seria agradável de se tomar durante a noite. — Respondeu de maneira gentil, esboçando outro sorriso bobo enquanto deixava o rapaz e caminhava rumo a sala, colocando o vaso no meio da mesa de centro, reorganizando-a para que tudo conseguisse se manter dentro do espaço — Eu ia finalizar a bebida e colocar em canecas com marshmallow assim que ligasse para você, quando chegasse estaria pronto, mas você foi mais apressado.

— Eu não podia esperar nem mais um segundo para lhe ver, assim que saí do trabalho vim direto para cá, bem, eu passei em algumas lojas antes para comprar as flores e o vinho, mas nem demorei tanto, eu acho. — Amemura comentou, falando mais consigo mesmo do que com você, claramente perdido em seus pensamentos, aproximando-se do sofá e se sentando nele e na coberta que você havia deixado ali para se cobrirem assistindo algo — Por que não começamos nosso dia dos namorados? Por que não se senta ao meu lado?

— É uma proposta muito tentadora, mas não acha que está sendo um pouco apressadinho? — Retrucou em um tom divertido, esboçando um sorriso divertido enquanto olhava para ele com diversão, era sempre divertido estar na presença de seu namorado e ao mesmo tempo, os momentos mais adoráveis que já viveu — Eu comprei um bolo para o seu aniversário, não quer cortar ele? Podemos comer com um chocolate-quente ou um vinho, você quem escolhe.

— Eu fiquei o dia todo pensando em você, estava esperando ansioso por esse momento. — O rapaz respondeu em um tom emburrado, utilizando um tom de voz infantil enquanto fazia um biquinho com os lábios, inflando as bochechas e utilizando toda a fofura que possuía, golpe baixo que sempre funcionava com você — Podemos cortar o bolo depois, temos a noite inteira para saborear cada coisinha que você preparou, então porque não senta aqui comigo? Né.

Após pronunciar a última frase de maneira manhosa e emburrada, como uma criança mimada tentando convencer os pais a conseguir algo que disseram não, Ramuda esticou os braços em sua direção, como se estivesse pedindo por um abraço, possuindo uma expressão igualmente manhosa, um biquinho fofo nos lábios junto com um olhar de cachorrinho. Era praticamente impossível dizer não para aquele olhar, Ramuda sabia que sempre vencia quando usava essa tática, era a cartada na manga que nunca falhava, porém antes de se sentar ao lado dele no sofá, pegou um dos pirulitos de chocolate que havia comprado e então se sentou, mantendo uma distância de poucos centímetros entre você.

— Quando eu vi isso eu lembrei na hora de você, sempre com os bolsos cheios de pirulitos. — Disse em um tom divertido, lembrando de todas as vezes que lhe oferecia pirulitos e retirava um monte deles de seus bolsos, possuindo um sabor de cada, ver aqueles pirulitos de chocolate fizeram você lembrar dele na hora.

Em seguida, segurou o pirulito de maneira que ficasse entre vocês dois, mantendo os olhos sempre fixos no doce, enquanto sentia os olhos de seu namorado em você, sempre fixos em tudo que você fazia, como se estivesse hipnotizado, simplesmente amava tudo que você fazia e poderia passar horas lhe olhando. De repente, você aproximou seu rosto do pirulito de chocolate e mordeu ele, surpreendendo-se ao ver que o interior do doce era oco, o chocolate em si possuía uma camada até que grossa de dois tipos de chocolate diferente, porém esperava um pouco mais, principalmente do interior, não conseguindo conter sua surpresa.

Levado pela sua personalidade relaxada e descontraída, seu namorado resolveu dançar conforme a música e se aproximou do doce, pousando a mão sobre a sua que segurava o cabo do pirulito para obter algum apoio. Após fazer isso, avançou com tudo o chocolate e o mordeu, e agradeceu pela camada do doce ser grossa, pois se fosse fino, já teria desmanchado em milhares de pedaços, enquanto o rapaz em si parecia muito feliz.

— É delicioso, tão bom quanto os pirulitos que eu sempre tenho. — Ramuda pronunciou em um tom contente, mastigando o chocolate com uma expressão claramente contente e satisfeita, possuindo bochechas rosadas que achava adorável — Ah, mas eu conheço alguém melhor que os dois juntos.

Antes que pudesse perguntar o que era, Ramuda avançou rapidamente em sua direção, selando seus lábios de maneira tão rápida e repentina que mal teve tempo para reagir, deixando bem clara sua surpresa quando seus olhos se arregalaram ao sentir os lábios dele nos seus. Apesar do momento de surpresa, rapidamente cedeu ao beijo, sentia falta dos beijos de Ramuda e misturados ao sabor doce e viciante do chocolate, rapidamente se deixou levar, fechando os olhos e levando uma das mãos até o rosto dele para obter algum apoio.

Como não se viam todo dia, já que trabalhavam em lugares opostos e moravam longe um do outro, sempre que se beijavam era com muito amor e intensidade, a saudade se mostrando presente quando tomavam os lábios um do outro, obviamente mesclados a paixão intensa que sentiam. Apesar do rosto infantil e fofo de Amemura, os beijos dele eram sempre maduros, afinal, ele já era um adulto com mais de vinte anos, e amava essa mistura que apenas Amemura possuía.

— Eu sempre sinto falta dos seus beijos. — O rapaz sussurrou assim que separou os lábios do seu, soltando um suspirando e recuperando o ar após um beijo daqueles, abrindo os olhos logo em seguida para lhe olhar com amor e admiração — Eles são melhores do que qualquer pirulito ou chocolate.

— Eu digo o mesmo. — Você respondeu em seguida em um tom levemente tímido, já haviam se beijado várias vezes, mas sempre ficava meio sem jeito quando acontecia um mais intenso, levando as pontas dos dedos até os lábios.

Em seguida, seu namorado deitou a cabeça em seu colo e relaxou o corpo em seu sofá, sentindo com as pontas do dedo a coberta macia e fofinha que você havia deixado para se cobrirem, aquela sensação confortável da coberta misturada a sensação de seu colo proporcionava o momento perfeito, era tudo que ele poderia desejar. Seu namorado rapidamente relaxou enquanto fechava os olhos, como havia dito antes, sua presença era calmante, você era como um remédio, pois ele sequer se lembrava do estresse que passou durante o dia ou dos problemas que tinha que resolver, quando estava você nada mais importava, apenas aproveitar o momento que tinham juntos.

— Sabe, Ramuda, eu estava pensando. — Você começou a falar de repente, passou os dedos de uma de suas mãos nos fios rosados do rapaz, sentindo a maciez em sua pele e o cheiro gostoso do shampoo invadirem suas narinas, era sempre bom brincar com os fios dele — Eu ainda não dei o meu presente de aniversário, não é?

— Não? Pensei que fosse tudo isso. — Amemura respondeu com seu comum tom, utilizando um tom levemente confuso e curioso, porém sem abrir os olhos, apenas sentindo seu carinho enquanto o calor de seu corpo o embalava em uma sensação relaxada, retirando todo o estresse acumulado do dia.

— Não, isso foi minha surpresa de dia dos namorados, meu presente de aniversário é mais uma proposta. — Respondeu em seguida, utilizando um tom mais hesitante, como se estivesse nervosa ou pensativa se deveria ou não abordar tal assunto, tom que chamou a atenção de seu perspicaz namorado que rapidamente percebeu que algo estava lhe incomodando — Bem, eu vou ser direta ou vou mudar de ideia, eu pensei que já que namorados algum tempo, poderíamos talvez, morar juntos?

Ao ouvir o final da frase, os olhos do rapaz se abriram praticamente que de forma automática, levantando-se imediatamente de forma meio brusca, como se tivesse ligado alguma coisa nele, afastando-se de seu colo e se você, porém se mantendo sentado no sofá. Com isso, o rapaz virou o rosto em sua direção com uma expressão surpresa, olhos arregalados juntos de um semblante atônito, como se não estivesse acreditando no que seus ouvidos haviam escutado.

— É que a gente sempre sente muita saudade um do outro e já namoramos algum tempo, pensei que talvez pudéssemos morar juntos... — Você voltou a falar ao ver reação de seu namorado, abaixando a cabeça e sentindo suas bochechas esquentarem, não conseguindo olhar ele nos olhos, sabia que essa proposta era um passo grande na relação de vocês, mas pensou que ele gostaria da ideia — Foi só uma ideia, tu-tudo bem se você não quiser, eu...

— É o melhor presente de aniversário que eu poderia querer! — Ramuda bradou de repente em um tom extremamente alto, claramente não conseguindo se aguentar de felicidade, possuindo um sorriso largo e um brilho nos olhos enquanto encarava você diretamente com alegria — Morar com a pessoa que eu amo seria a melhor coisa do mundo! Eu adoraria!

Em seguida, Ramuda simplesmente se jogou em cima de você, envolvendo seus compridos e finos braços ao redor de seus ombros, e esse abraço foi tão repentino e com tanta intensidade que acabou derrubando você, caindo de costas no sofá com o namorado mais fofo que já teve por cima. O abraço de Ramuda era apertado, porém com muito carinho, enquanto ele esfregava a bochecha na sua, sorrindo largamente com os olhos fechados, claramente feliz com a proposta que pelo visto, havia aceitado.

— Isso vai ser incrível! Vai ser como se fossemos casados! Vamos dividir a cama todos os dias e vamos fazer a compra do mês como um verdadeiro casal, vamos acordar todo dia juntos e podemos ir juntos até certo caminho para o emprego, eu também não vejo a hora de receber você em casa quando chegar do trabalho. — Seu namorado começou a balbuciar coisas em seu ouvido em um tom de voz muito contente, sentindo o coração dele bater visto a mínima distância, batendo de maneira tão intensa que parecia que iria salta para fora, quando de repente, ele soltou seu corpo e se afastou de maneira que pudesse olhar você diretamente nos olhos — Vamos morar na minha casa ou na sua?

Ao ouvir a pergunta, tudo que conseguiu fazer foi fechar os olhos e rir, a risada mais gostosa que Amemura já havia ouvido em toda sua vida, e teria hipnotizado ele se não tivesse surgido após uma pergunta tão séria, pois para ele aquele era um assunto sério, pois não via a hora de fazer as malas ou de arrumar a casa para você, caso escolhesse a dele. Nisso ele estava certo, porém não estava rindo por conta da pergunta em si, estava rindo de Amemura e da forma adorável e contente que ele estava agindo, o garoto estava tão feliz que se aquilo fosse um pedido de casamento, estaria correndo pelas ruas gritando.

Naquele momento, ficou feliz por ter tido aquela ideia, ambos sempre reclamavam que quase não se viam pela rotina que tinha, mas se morassem juntos, o problema se resolveria, na verdade, melhoraria tudo, pois ambos eram o remédio um do outro. Ao ver a reação feliz de seu namorado, um sorriso largo surgiu em seus lábios, pois a pessoa que você amava lhe amava tanto quanto você, ver a empolgação dele para a vida a dois era algo lindo, algo que fazia você ter certeza de que havia escolhido a pessoa certa, ele estava tão empolgado, era contagiante.

Em um gesto levado pelo momento, você levou ambas as mãos até o rosto de Ramuda e o puxou até você, selando os lábios dele em um beijo apaixonado, havia escolhido a pessoa certa, uma pessoa que amava profundamente e que amava você de volta, alguém tão apaixonado que mal podia se conter. Aquele havia sido o melhor aniversário e o melhor dia dos namorados que Ramuda já havia tido, não porque passaram a noite comendo chocolate enquanto jogavam conversa fora e viam filmes, não porque beberam chocolate-quente aconchegados um no outro, mas sim porque daqui alguns dias começariam uma vida juntos e este era o melhor presente que poderia querer.

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happy birthday carro!