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 Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2017 10:57 am
Ilian knew his flaws, or so he kept telling himself. He was working on them, trying to become better in all things. He knew he was not the person people expected him to be, and much less the General people expected him to be. He was inexperienced, or at least that was his excuse. He was bitter and angry that he couldn’t get over what happened to him, what happened to his brother three years ago.
But Ilian wasn’t as vengeful as he was before. He’d learned to slowly adapt, because each person was different. He liked the people his recruits were. He didn’t like the fact that they were senshi. But that was something he knew they couldn’t help, and the more he learned about himself and about the Negaverse and Negaverse senshi, the more he was starting to overcome his own biases.
He lifted a hand to knock on the door of Cassadega’s apartment, having texted her before showing up to make sure she was there. He knew it was probably unexpected, because while he was sure to ask others about those he cared about, he didn’t do as much as he knew he should to reach out to them directly.
Under his arm he carried a box that was wrapped in polka dotted paper. Nothing fancy, but it was something.
“Hey, uh… Happy birthday. Well, it was a couple days ago, so… Happy belated birthday,” he said when she opened the door. Ilian was wearing rather casual clothes that day since he didn’t have to work; just jeans and a winter coat over a faded teeshirt. He hadn’t cut his hair in a while, so it even more resembled a mop of brown curls.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2017 9:59 am
When she'd gotten the request from Ilian, asking for if it was fine for him to come over, Cass had been surprised. Most of the people in her life were perpetually busy, something that annoyed her even if she couldn't quite fault them, but many had been resurfacing to pay attention to her. Which, she liked and she had what she felt like was the most flexible of schedules, so when asked she tried to make room in her schedule.
It just so happened that Ilian had picked the perfect time to see if she was home and, since she didn't have anything pressing going on, she'd cancelled other plans to make sure she had ample time for whatever the boy had up his sleeve.
Cass opened the door and took note of two things, the wrapped package beneath this arm and his attire. It wasn't often that she saw him out of uniform, Negaverse or otherwise, and it brought her brows up in quiet surprise.
"I'm surprised you remembered." She replied with a grin, leaning against the door before she scooted back, gesturing for him to come. "There are some cupcakes in the kitchen, help yourself."
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2017 9:49 am
”Social media is useful for some things,” Ilian shrugged. Not that he was on social media, but others he knew were. Like Jericho. Mostly, it was just convenient. Her birthday being around that time worked out, because he knew he’d been neglectful for various reasons, and he was trying to be better. He couldn’t keep using the young and inexperienced excuse.
“Thanks,” he nodded to her as she let him into her apartment, glancing around again as though to make sure nothing was out of place that might indicate something being wrong, but when nothing threw up red flags, he turned towards the kitchen. But not before he handed her the wrapped box.
“It’s not much. I thought you might like it though,” he explained as eyed the cupcakes, trying to decide which one he wanted. “Do you sell these? You could probably make a lot of money if you opened a business or something,” he pointed out, picking up the closest one to him, since they all looked good.
Inside the box she would find a black, zip up hoodie, except the inside of the hood was neon green, and she’d find out if she wore it in the dark, that it had leopard print reflective spots. Oh, and the hood had cat ears.
“If you don’t like it, there’s a gift receipt. You can get whatever,” Ilian said through half a mouthful of cupcake, watching her a bit warily.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 9:18 am
"Mm," she hummed, "lucky for you I'm on it then, huh?" She smiled without teeth, offering a wink before she moved to usher him inside. Socked feet padded into the kitchen to partake in one of the many treats that she had offered him when he'd arrived.
The liner was tugged down and she'd taken a bite right when he'd offered the package. Her free had reached out to accept it and she set the sweet down on the counter.
"Sometimes," she replied, absently, turning the box around in her hands until she found the seam of the wrapping paper. Painted nails carefully undid the tape, paper tearing as she unwrapped. By the time she'd gotten to the actual gift, her brows had knitted together.
Okay, green was her color obviously but leopard print wasn't really her thing. Cat hood...could go either way. So maybe the hoodie wasn't really her thing, but he'd try so he got like brownie points or some s**t.
"S'not bad, but we really gotta work on your pattern picking skills. My fashion's more grunge, but this'll work for lounge wear." And those days she just didn't want to leave the house.
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