IC Contact: Aefenglom

[hoboagogo]

[Let's be real, he probably sent this to voicemail. Do the watches even have voicemail? Who knows, but if there's one person who will stubbornly figure out how to ignore calls until later, it's this guy.

But hey he'll get back to you sometime maybe probably. Leave a message, send a text, ring incessantly until he's forced to actually answer. Just do whatever it's all cool.

For group texts for bondmates, secondary inbox is here.]

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[sylphid]

(ΦωΦ)

[hoboagogo]

ok its a face i got that

but what the hell does this mean

text | un: reddeer | @ like 3AM

[rightfoot]

I know it's late, but I'm curious. Do you have a favorite fairy tale or myth?

Louis take some melatonin sheesh

[hoboagogo]

[It's okay that it's late, because Shinjiro tends to sleep somewhat sporadically. Sometimes kept up well into the night, other times crashing for hours on end. So it's not too long before he types out a response.]

i dunno if ive got a favourite. theyre kinda all just dumb stories right?

[Old fairy tales and folklore that, even as a child, he'd roll his eyes at. But the myths he had at one point gotten excited about were the ones he'd sought out himself in middle school, flipping through books with Akihiko until they found the names their Personas had spoken to them.]

i guess the one I know the most about is an old greek one if you really need a bedtime story. its about a chick named leda and her kids.

September 17 ; voice

[eyesees]

[ Sometime in the early evening, Shinjiro gets a call. There's some noise in the background—seagulls calling, waves crashing against a dock—which might make it hard to hear her. ]

Hello? Senpai? Are you there..? [ A beat, as she moves her communicator closer to her mouth. ] I... I think I need your help...

[ Oh boy. ]

[hoboagogo]

[FOR ONCE, it doesn't take him too long to respond. Likely he'd already had his watch in hand, which works out well for Fuuka, because it means it doesn't take him too long to send a response back.]

What'd you get yourself into?

[There's no judgement or harsh tones, at least, just simple curiosity. Because he wouldn't exactly think of himself as a particularly reliable guy, so being the one to be called for help is a bit of a surprise. And the noise of the sea is another. He hadn't guessed Fuuka to be the beach type.

--Then again. Merrow.]

You ain't hung up in a net or something, right?

sept 13

[sylphid]

[Daylight is beginning to fade as Fie closes up the Bracer Guild for the evening. For the past two days or so, she's been feeling strange, like something's missing, but she can't pinpoint what it is. Whatever it is, it leaves her feeling down, alone, and sort of empty, enough that she's going to seek someone out about it.

Which is how she ends up on Shinjiro's porch knocking on the door like a proper and civilized human being. This has gotta be serious.]

[hoboagogo]

[He's used to Fie just showing up out of the blue. Dropping off the roof, appearing in his bedroom, morphing out of the shadows of an alley. So knowing that, Fie is the last person he expects to be standing outside the door when he opens it.

He's also not expecting her to look so.... Glum.]

Fie? [Clear surprise, and he opens the door wider.]

Shit, you okay?

text;

[sylphid]

haha you're an unthoughtful heathen

haha





pretend i'm pointing and laughing at you

[hoboagogo]

[L O L]

man when is she gonna tell me something i dont already know

text; 10/20 late morning

[sylphid]

i'm bored

come get me

[Yep, this sure is the first communication from her since the whole chomping on her arm encounter.]

[hoboagogo]

[....Not gonna lie he's gonna stare at this one for a while. From where he is, in his bed, under the sheets like the dumbass depressed teenager he always pretends he's not. Weighing his choices here: making an excuse, refusing, all that would result in Fie coming to get him.

And besides, he owes her. Even if it was accidental, he still tore apart her arm, hurt her leg.]


ok. where?

text;

[rightfoot]

Are you available to talk?

[hoboagogo]

depends what did i do

text during the masquerade

[rightfoot]

hey shin
you're still here at the party right?

[hoboagogo]

[He is. Actually, he is just right across the hall, finding some snacks, and pauses to check his watch as the message comes through. And looks up and around, looking for his bondmate.

'Shin' is weird. Louis usually either defaults to 'Shinjiro' or 'Shin-kun' if he's feeling catty.]

yep. unless i got permission to go.

hahahaha.....

[sylphid]

[Like twenty minutes after the delightful group text, there's a knock at his window. It's cold outside, let her in.]

What is his life tbh

[hoboagogo]

[he probably should have anticipated this. And yet he didn't, too engrossed in flustered angry texting Louis for giving him shit. And so he starts slightly at the knock, curses, and moves to slide the window open.

At least he's got shorts on.]

....Hey. What're you doing?

[sorry Fie he's going to try and act chill despite the BRILLIANTLY RED FLUSH across his face, his expression a sort of forced attempt at neutrality.

Just let him die plz.]

dec 4; text

[sylphid]

send help

[hoboagogo]

[....well, she doesn't seem too distressed through the bond. and he has a feeling if there was something actually wrong, she'd have said. Sooooo:]

what am i dispatch
whats going on

Modranicht gift

[thejoyrider]

[The package left on his doorstep contains a plate of homemade cookies from Marie and a fresh lily flower.

“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]

back during presents

[sylphid]

[One day Shinji will just enter his room and find a few (read: three) pairs of new pants laid out on his bed. They're all casual wear, and upon closer inspection, they look... different. It shouldn't take him long to realize they're made for his faun legs instead of human ones. And if/when he tries them on, he'll find they fit perfectly. Spooky.

On the pillow is a note clearly from Fie.]

Happy whatever holiday this is. You needed these.

[How did she manage to get the sizes? Probably better not to dwell on that.]

[hoboagogo]

[wow, REAL GOAT-MAN PANTS to cover his weird, stupidly-long, kind-of spindly ungulate legs. Now he doesn't have to deal with his previous pants bunching in weird places and the myriad other problems that had come about with suddenly being far less human than he had been before.

He only questions the sizing for a half-second before writing it off as 'Fie, managing it in some way that is unknowable by man' before pulling out the watch to shoot her a quick message.]

thanks. be easier to climb around in these.
i didnt drop your gift off yet since i didnt trust the guys in your house
do you wanna meet up somewhere? or come over?

[Surprisingly, he managed not! To miss the gift-giving! It would have been hard to do, with how everyone in Aefenglom seems to be getting in the spirit of the event, and it was basically the only subject overheard in chatter from the natives.]

wednesday evening??? idfk

[sylphid]

[When Fie pokes her head into the living room, she's fully aware that it's only her and Shinjiro in the house at the moment. Louis is at work, after much concern from her. (In fact, he probably left partially to get away from that.) She watches quietly for a moment, Shinji sitting on the couch, flipping through a cookbook. Probably looking for new ideas.

Soon enough, she walks quietly over and flops on the couch right next to him, very much in his personal space. Put the book down, loser.]

WHENEVER

[hoboagogo]

[Louis had probably started returning to work to aggressively pretend to have a semblance of normalcy and begin avoiding all the lingering thoughts and feelings from his imprisonment, sure-- in addition to the combination of Shinjiro's arms-length mother henning and Fie's own concern. And so that's left them with a relatively open evening-- one where Shinjiro doesn't have to go into work, and Fie seems to be done with her own for the day.

One of those long ears twitches in her direction as she walks over-- not quite enough for true conscious awareness of her footsteps so much as just responding to the soft, near-silent footsteps approaching.

But it's impossible not to notice the way she flops down on the couch (and half across him as he'd been taking up most of it,) and lifts the book just enough to look down at her from under it.]

...Hey.

left out for him.

[rightfoot]

[ When Shinjiro gets home, he's going to see his gift waiting for him in the kitchen, on a counter. Where Louis knows he'll find it. It will have a box filled with a variety of sweets - chocolates, fruit candies, caramels. Just about any sweets one can imagine. And there's also some fresh berries that he opted to get. A small, hand-ax with a carved handle from an antler is waiting there. There's an engraving in the antler. ]

Happy Valentine's Day, Shin-kun! The ax is enchanted with a barrier. In case of emergency like if you do something stupid. I can recharge it, too, if you need it.

- Louis

text; un: sylphid ; idk some random day in march

[sylphid]

( ˘ ³˘)♥

[hoboagogo]

at least its not a cat this time

Text, March 18th

[guardianreaper]

This is Shinji, right?

[hoboagogo]

Shinjiro, yeah.

whos this?

[sylphid]

[The beginning the new month means one thing: roof jumping. How? It just does. Don't bother trying to figure it out.

So here the two of them sit, taking a break from their escapades, legs dangling over the edge of a particularly high house roof on the edge of the shopping district. The smells of food cooking waft over for them to enjoy. Fried, baked, roasted... Everything possible seems present. Lunch is very possibly in their near future.

But for the moment, Fie's content to enjoy the smells and the breeze. She looks over at Shinjiro, a small smile in place.]

I think being goaty's improved your skills a lot. Good work today.

[hoboagogo]

[Its something of an unofficial routine, and he doesn't question it. It's something casual and fun, and gives them time to spend with each other out here, up above peoples heads (-except for the Harpies, but they tend to squawk and find a new rooftop to perch on as they rush through, Fie ever-silent and Shinjiro with his hooves clattering). Its something that feels half-removed and mostly private, and totally done for no reason other than they fact that they want to.

It feels freeing.

But the resting is nice too. Kicking their legs out and catching their breath in the warm breeze, now that much of the rain had slogged its way through the last 2 months.

He lifts his head as she speaks, one brow lifting.]

Hey, they were improving even beforehand.

[It's said with a small, teasing shove to her shoulder. But she is right. As much as he'd been improving, the surge of balance and jumping ability that came from having fully transformed into a goat faun had been leaps and bounds (ha ha) more dramatic.]

text from her room?? in the house

[sylphid]

hey come here.

[hoboagogo]

[He doesn't even respond. He just shows up. After all, it's not like he was doing anything at the moment. He doesn't even knock when he opens the door to step inside. Rude, but eh. She invited him.]

Yeah, what's up?

text ; a few days after the fight

[missleading]

message from: arisato.minako
[ Attached image. ]

Meet me here in 30 minutes
I promise I'll make it worth the trip

[ He's probably going to blow her off, but Minako will wait regardless. ]

[hoboagogo]

[there are way more important things here, but the response she gets back astoundingly shortly (for shinjiro, who is known to leave things on read for like 12 hours) is:]

your name is minako?
guess i dont have to feel bad for just calling you girl-minato now

[No confirming if he'll show or not. But let's be real, after agonizing it for a while, he'll decide he doesn't want to get lectured by Minato on how he should make nice, and will start heading down that way.]

at like... 4am august first

[sylphid]

[Shinji's gonna feel a hand blindly smacking at his face at butts o clock in the morning as he lays asleep in bed.

Three guesses who it belongs to.]

[hoboagogo]

[And one is lazily smacked right back at her with an unintelligible grumble, before he just... shoves his face father down into the blankets, a sheet hooking over a horn.


he went to bed like 2 or 3 hours ago nani the fuck is this]

8/26; happy anniversary, nerd

[rightfoot]

[ In the kitchen, because he knows Shinji will look there, is the gifts and a note left for him. The first he'll see is a long, silver chain intended for his horns. On the chain, there are three small charms: a set of antlers, a knife, and one that is a circle with the Gemini constellation printed on it. The other gifts are more practical: a mandoline, a pan, and a set of ceramic knives set up.

There's also a note: ]

Happy One Year Anniversary, Shinjiro. I'm not very sentimental, but I'm glad to have you here with me. Thanks for being my bond, friend, and someone I can trust.

- Louis

[hoboagogo]

[Oh my god this SENTIMENTAL ASSHOLE.

He'll shoot him a text when he gets over being flustered at finding it. And after staring at the jewelry and trying to figure out how it works. And of course putting it on because, you know, you have to when someone gives you things.]

wow you remembered the date
did better than i did

but hey i gotta break this stuff in now. you wanna make a night of it?

[That note is also going to end up finding a home on his desk upstairs.]