[ if Mollymauk were to be honest he would gladly admit that he had been expecting to wake up on the morning of his birth to unavoidable surprise party or something to that affect. retribution finally catching his scent and going in for the kill. but he doesn't. the apartment is quiet when he finally stirs, Frumpkin staring at him judgingly as he pads bare foot into the kitchen and went about the haphazard series of tasks formally known as a 'morning routine'.
it was nice, if not a little unsettling. the lack of swift retribution felt like an axe hanging dangerously close to his delicious, delicious neck so it all left Mollymauk more than a little on edge. at least that is how he felt until he found the leather tote hanging from his apartment's doorknob and the brightly colored shawl resting inside of it.
that... bastardous, sweet, wonderful wolfman─ because this was Lycaon's doing, it practically screamed that was Lycaon's doing and it was the gummies that ratted him out before he even got to the note! naturally the note, and the conveniently timed text, would have lifted the veil on that little mystery if his sleep addled mind hadn't caught on earlier.
it's only after he consumed his morning coffee and washed his face that Molly actually sits to read the note (it takes him far longer than he'd openly admit, but he reads it) and wraps himself up in his new shawl. it's strange having someone say they are proud of him, people don't say that to devils. they don't say that to liars or cheats or the veritable incubus there to drain you dry pleasure and consume you soul─ ah, but Lycaon isn't just people, is he?
he is a moon to a not-so-distant star, close but just out of reach, and Molly wants nothing more than to just bask in their light.
1pm is the exact time that Lycaon gets a picture of Molly in a loose cotton shirt and the shawl, alongside a message: ]
if i'm being honest (and we'll blame my sobriety for this surge of honesty) i didn't expect anything from you from any of you really so this was a pleasant surprise and i don't what to do with all the terrible feelings you've stirred up in me you monster
in all seriousness, you thank people from gifts and these are probably the best gifts i've ever gotten in my life so thank you lycaon thank you for the bag and the shawl and the gummies and everything
you're right by the way i am going to argue with you over thanking me again for hugo it's only natural to help the people you love and part of me fell in love with him years ago i think that same part of me is what you managed to wrap around your finger so damn fast would explain a lot really
thanks for the gifts again thanks for making a day i'd usually go through high off my kite actually worth remembering when you've got some time you should drop by so i can thank you personally and you can see that i've been keeping the kitchen clean
- m.t
p.s you're a bastard but thank you i appreciate it
[The moon will always cast its light onto you, Molly.
Lycaon reads that message, his tail swishing back and forth as he stands at his kitchen counter. To hear such honest gratitude from the Tiefling was already a privilege, but on his birthday, a day that much like Hugo he would rather it not exist meant even more.
He'll answer with audio this time, for ease:]
You have been completely sober this whole day? Who is this and what have you done with Mollymauk?
[He lets out a chuckle, a rare chuckle.]
You are quite welcome. I apologize that it was not my original intentions, but October had proven to be quite arduous for many reasons, as you know. If you still want a party, I can get takeout quite easily and we can plan for it.
Again with the insinuation that I slip through the cracks in your armor to put you under some spell. You are just as dramatic as Hugo, sometimes.
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it was nice, if not a little unsettling. the lack of swift retribution felt like an axe hanging dangerously close to his delicious, delicious neck so it all left Mollymauk more than a little on edge. at least that is how he felt until he found the leather tote hanging from his apartment's doorknob and the brightly colored shawl resting inside of it.
that... bastardous, sweet, wonderful wolfman─ because this was Lycaon's doing, it practically screamed that was Lycaon's doing and it was the gummies that ratted him out before he even got to the note! naturally the note, and the conveniently timed text, would have lifted the veil on that little mystery if his sleep addled mind hadn't caught on earlier.
it's only after he consumed his morning coffee and washed his face that Molly actually sits to read the note (it takes him far longer than he'd openly admit, but he reads it) and wraps himself up in his new shawl. it's strange having someone say they are proud of him, people don't say that to devils. they don't say that to liars or cheats or the veritable incubus there to drain you dry pleasure and consume you soul─ ah, but Lycaon isn't just people, is he?
he is a moon to a not-so-distant star, close but just out of reach, and Molly wants nothing more than to just bask in their light.
1pm is the exact time that Lycaon gets a picture of Molly in a loose cotton shirt and the shawl, alongside a message: ]
if i'm being honest (and we'll blame my sobriety for this surge of honesty) i didn't expect anything from you
from any of you really
so this was a pleasant surprise and i don't what to do with all the terrible feelings you've stirred up in me
you monster
in all seriousness, you thank people from gifts and these are probably the best gifts i've ever gotten in my life so thank you lycaon
thank you for the bag and the shawl and the gummies and
everything
you're right by the way i am going to argue with you over thanking me again for hugo
it's only natural to help the people you love and part of me fell in love with him years ago
i think that same part of me is what you managed to wrap around your finger so damn fast
would explain a lot really
thanks for the gifts again
thanks for making a day i'd usually go through high off my kite actually worth remembering
when you've got some time you should drop by so i can thank you personally
and you can see that i've been keeping the kitchen clean
- m.t
p.s you're a bastard
but thank you
i appreciate it
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Lycaon reads that message, his tail swishing back and forth as he stands at his kitchen counter. To hear such honest gratitude from the Tiefling was already a privilege, but on his birthday, a day that much like Hugo he would rather it not exist meant even more.
He'll answer with audio this time, for ease:]
You have been completely sober this whole day? Who is this and what have you done with Mollymauk?
[He lets out a chuckle, a rare chuckle.]
You are quite welcome. I apologize that it was not my original intentions, but October had proven to be quite arduous for many reasons, as you know. If you still want a party, I can get takeout quite easily and we can plan for it.
Again with the insinuation that I slip through the cracks in your armor to put you under some spell. You are just as dramatic as Hugo, sometimes.