Reasons to become a Role Player:

1.) Improve grammar, details, and spelling

2.) Meet awesome people

3.) Allow your creative side to come out

4.) PUT YOUR CHARACTER THROUGH EMOTIONAL TRAUMA
FOR YOUR OWN SICK AMUSEMENT

((This doesn’t mention torturing your RP partners and their characters, however. That should definitely be on there. And underlined. And bolded. Possibly struck-through. To not raise suspicion, of course.))

You return home after yet another long day of working on cases, tired, exhausted, and looking to simply sit down and relax for just a few moments, before checking your notes once more. You step into the living room and there, standing in the middle of the table, is a plate with homemade cookies, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea, a teapot and, as you might have expected – a red rose.

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The tea was still hot. Surely, there must be something…? Hakuba touched the rose, as if to prove to himself that this was not a dream, and then hurried to check the room. Behind the curtains, in the closet, the hallway. If Kaitou or whoever this mysterious gift-giver was around, he wanted to know. Had to find them. To ask why. To thank them.

Perhaps also to… casually let it slip that this, the show of affection and kindness, really meant a lot to him. Things had been particularly difficult and exhausting lately, and it was so nice to know that someone knew that he was alive. He was certainly trying, at any rate. 

Unable to find anyone, however, he took a seat in one of the arm chairs next to the table, sighed, and took a sip of tea. Earl Grey, even.  Someone was going to quite a lot of trouble for him…

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…and he wanted to know who.

host-kyoya:

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((Perhaps he’s staying with my muse in London for the weekend!))

[[Maybe so. I mean, I can only hope that he’s having a great time while he leaves his interactions here with me! London seems like a wonderful vacation spot, and with your muse, I’m sure he’s in lovely company!]]

((All of the tea and calm, quiet reflection. A lovely garden. A large library. More tea. Perhaps a pleasant conversation about fathers in powerful positions. Extracurricular activities. Enjoying comfortable silence. Oh, and more tea. Hopefully it would be appreciated at least!))