doggy day care

[sefira]

a vincent valentine containment jail cell.

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[sefira]

( 'the youths'. okay, old man. let's put you to bed. )

And you've never asked me to dance? Rascal.

So along my arm candy duties, am I also to assume that I'm there to deter other people from asking you to dance?

( she knows he's pretty, but she also knows he's allergic to social interaction. having her come along is a pretty good idea, all told. )

[bedtimes]

It never came up.

[ lmao. ]

Yes.

[ he's also technically the youngest in their company (go figure) and if he has to listen to the ceo talk to him about how great his daughter is, how she just finished her masters in social work, and did he mention she was single and very much looking to mingle? vincent will kill someone. ]

[sefira]

( she will Remember This. )

I would make a pretty good guard dog, wouldn't I.

( so she's his ✨first choice✨, AND is considered tolerable enough to exhaust himself through an evening of gathering with? she'll take it. )

Maybe I should get a choker.

( not a collar, for obvious reasons. no no, classier. )

[bedtimes]

If you'd like.

[ now he's Thinking about it. damn. ]

[sefira]

( gonna snap her choker? :) )

You know? I think I will. It'll give you something to play with.

[bedtimes]

[ he might. ]

Me?
Is it not for you to tempt me with?

[sefira]

( oh, my. well. don't mess up her hair while she's on her knees for it then! )

That's the idea. ♡

( at least she isn't denying it.. )

Think it'd work?

[bedtimes]

[ no promises. ]

Try it and we'll see.

[sefira]

( she has to stay presentable for his party?? unless he Wants people to know. )

Oh, you know I will.

( and yknow what. assume a bit of time's passed because this time: he gets a picture! a blood red dress with an impossibly high cut up the thigh. her smile is sunny as always, her free hand rests on her hip, meticulously manicured nails teasing just beneath that daring cut to graze the unmarred skin beneath.

taken from a within a dressing room, of course. )

First one. What do you think?

( he said he trusts her but she wants to involve him anyway. )

[bedtimes]

[ he knows aerith is pretty. he's allergic to sentimentality and emotions but, again, he's not blind; he can appreciate aesthetics. and he does appreciate the shade of crimson on her, not at all because he's biased — the way the color contrasts her skin tone, how it brings out the flush on her cheeks. and that high cut...

he finds himself loosening his tie just a little. thankfully, the meeting is remote and he doesn't need to have his camera on. ]

I'll withhold judgement until I see the others.

[ only he could make "can i see more" sound so professional. ]

[sefira]

What a hard crowd to please.

( not even a compliment! hmph.

the second in line is a verdant green dress, a shade darker than her eyes. while it doesn't sport that same cut up the thigh, this one has a generous dip down the middle, ending just shy of her belly button. one she's even adorned with a simple dropped necklace to sit atop her sternum, a bit of her hair twirled around her fingers.

an older mark can be seen this time, the beginnings of a set of teeth with a bruise to match, right beneath the curve of her breast, the rest shrouded in drooped fabric. he should recognize that one. it hasn't been that long. )

Contestant number two!
Well?

[bedtimes]

[ he does, indeed, recognize that one, and the memory associated with it returns unbidden to the forefront of his thoughts. but beneath that: the idea of anyone else seeing those marks and admiring the way they stand out against her skin makes something dark and ugly rear its head. he'd never really considered himself to be a possessive man, but perhaps that's something to think about later. ]

Are those your final options?

[sefira]

( she's still picking, but she'll pause to answer. just for him. :) )

Why, found a favorite already?

( does she need to remind him that not wearing a dress or anything at all isn't an option, or. )

[bedtimes]

Get both.
But you'll wear the green one for me only.

[sefira]

( ah,

hm.

yeah, she'll take that as a positive reaction. a compliment, even, to get a taste of that possessiveness. it's certainly doing something for her. )

Saw something you liked, huh.

( and only for him, he says. )

And when will I be wearing that one?

[bedtimes]

The next time you stay the night.

[sefira]

And would that happen to be tonight?

( hey, doesn't hurt to ask right. )

Or are you busy being married to your job?

[bedtimes]

[ dead eyes the stack of paperwork on desk and his calendar marked with deadlines for the next week. ]

Fine.
Tell me when you're done shopping.

[sefira]

( atta boy. see, it'd be good to unwind! )

Hungry?
I can grab something before I come over.

( when's the last time he had real food anyway. )

[bedtimes]

[ good question. ]

Yes.
I'll pick you up.

[sefira]

Give me another hour and a half?
I was thinking about grabbing a shawl, then your food, of course.

That enough time for you to say your goodbyes to your desk?

[bedtimes]

[ these callouts. ]

No, but it'll do.

[sefira]

( girl's got fangs when it counts. )

You better not be late! I'll see you soon.

[bedtimes]

[ he likes a little bite. ]

Don't get distracted.

[sefira]

I could say the same to you.


( but! she only gets a little bit distracted before she's waiting by the curb with a few bags. some food, some clothing, and an iced drink in hand for her troubles. )