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Who; OTA
What; Pupper Shenanigans, Moving Day/Anniversary, Investigations
Where; All over
When; Early to mid-April
Warnings; None as yet! I will update if they come up and add the warning to the header of the tag

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A wrinkle in plans... - Open to all

A. Network Assistance Request?

[ Llewellyn wasn’t much for using the network, really. Tell-phones were something he tended to be more than a little clumsy with. It did help, though, that Enis had put his on a chain so he wouldn’t lose the darn thing so much. So there’s a light metallic rattle as he adjusted the phone and peered into the camera. ]

Er... Hello everyone. I hope you’re all... well?

[ That seemed polite, and he was trying to work up to asking for a favour. Somehow delivering news on a case was easier than this. Why was work always easier? ]

I’m just uh- looking to see if anyone would be interested in helping me out with a little project I’ve been working on. Some of you already know about it, since you mm... were around in the last world I was, as well. Pretzel’s particularly good at following scent trails, and we had thought he would be helpful in the event that people went missing back then. Seems as important here as it was there. Especially since this world has a lot more potentially confusing places to get lost, like the forest.

But! Anyway, I um... I’ve been spending the better part of the last year and a half training him in scent tracking. Rhy and I have mostly been working with items and making trails like that... But I think it would be beneficial for the little fellow to get experience looking for real people now.

Also... He’s very sociable, and because the last world we were in had very... few animals... [ Complicated in ways Llewellyn didn’t know how to explain, really. ] He doesn’t quite know what everything here is. He keeps trying to make friends with creatures that aren’t fond of dogs. [ A small amused huff. Pretzel really was as awkward as he could be sometimes. ] So if anyone has a particularly social pet that he might get along with, it might be nice for him to get to know them?

[ An awkward pause, then a nod. That was about it. ]

Uh- anyway, I’ll be going then. Thank you for your time!

[ The feed closes. ]

B. Open Log

Pretzel was a very energetic, growing ~~wrinkle~~ hound. It was important to get him out for walks so he didn’t get too housebound, and while the move was going to give the little guy more room to run around? It was going to be an adjustment, and Llewellyn was hoping to keep his routine as close to normal in all the excitement.

Especially since Pretzel had somehow gotten very good at slipping out without their notice to explore the city in search of friends. Neither he nor Rhy could figure out how the dog kept doing it, it was a mystery.

Llewellyn had decided it was just that the dog was rather intelligent, and he wasn’t being challenged or engaged enough. So the best answer he could come up with was to increase training and give him something a little more difficult. Challenge the clever little hound’s mind while they were out and about.

Afternoons where he wasn’t at the Gullwings office, Aerith’s garden shop, or with his husband were spent on very long walks around the market... Or running around the park with fake scent trails and dog toys as he tried to keep up with Pretzel’s training and exercise.

ooc: People could either run into them at the park (especially if you want to handwave them arranging to help with training) or bump into them around the market! Both Llewellyn and Pretzel are very ~~awkward~~ social!

Helping out a friend in need. - Closed to Lauri-Ell

Llewellyn adjusted his hat slightly, moving down a side street with Pretzel trotting dutifully at his heels. The detective had a somewhat concerned and definitely curious expression on his face as he took a shortcut to the forge where his friend worked.

Lauri-Ell didn’t tend to ask for assistance or favours much, in his experience. They had their weekly lessons for writing and sharing books... But this was a little different from that. She had sounded a bit frustrated and troubled, explaining that something rather important was missing...

It hadn’t taken more than a half second of thought to agree. He wasn’t fond of friends being troubled by things, especially if he could help.

So off he went with a quick note for his husband where he was going for the day in case he didn’t make it home till later in the evening, getting Pretzel’s leash on and making his way to their destination.

I know exactly what I want, and it's this life that we've created, inundated with the fated thought of you. - Closed to Rhy

This was it. This was moving day. Well... Moving week, really. They had been working for the last week or so to get their belongings moved from the red and blue building to the stonework house that was situated in a small neighborhood near the market.

But today, in particular, was special. It was moving in day. It was also, amusingly, their wedding anniversary. Which had felt rather fitting for their next step together.

There were other things, of course, that needed doing. The house was in livable conditions, but it did still need a little work here and there. Some painting needed to be done to freshen things, some small repairs here and there, and perhaps a little more cleaning where it had been vacant for so long...

But they were both rather eager lovebirds, after having been searching for the right house for a few months now. Especially since this one had been perfect, hitting most of the marks that they had agreed on for a home, which felt rather lucky.

Llewellyn had been... Well, he was up to something. Rhy would be able to tell that much as they got ready for the day. The detective had never been good at hiding things unless someone’s life depended on it (and if it was his life, then less so). So it was clear enough that he was keeping something to himself while they went over last-minute plans.

It was their wedding anniversary though, so what on earth did the man have up his sleeve today?

“So uh- we need to stop off at the shop to get the um...” He gestured at the windows lightly from where he was standing next to the closet, trying to button his shirt and get dressed for the day. “The materials you picked out for the curtains and your projects? And I have to get some paint to work in the kitchen in the next few weeks...” He tapped off the list on his finger, forgetting his task of getting dressed for a moment. “Should probably see if the carpentry shop has some of the things we commissioned finished, too. I think the note I received from the messenger said they had Pretzel’s bed and a few other things ready.” He added, piling a few more things onto the list while he tried to decide on a green waistcoat or a blue one.

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Llewellyn wouldn’t dream of expecting Rhy to wait, anyway. These were gifts from the ladies at the tailor shop, which meant it seemed fitting to him that his husband start opening them first. Of course, he might have had other thoughts if he knew what was in the packages. “Oh- those will come in handy, especially where we only had the sheets from the apartment. Mm… They’re even fitting colours compared to what you’ve picked out for the house already!” He smiled lightly, leaning forward to pick up a pillowcase and admire the fabric. "This is a very thoughtful gift."

Of course, the confused tone from his beloved gets a glance up from the bedding and his brows rose rather high. He knew exactly what those were. They wouldn’t have made anything for windows, since Rhy had probably been talking about making them himself… No, those were bed curtains.

Reaching out to draw some of the material closer to inspect, he hummed with some awe in his tone as he spoke. “How did they know we needed these now…?” Slipped out before he had much chance to think about what he was saying, but it was truly a mystery about how they might have known they would need them. Then he paused abruptly as his thoughts caught up with his mouth, and an embarrassed flush crossed his cheeks. Sure, it explained nothing, but it was an odd thing to say, given Rhy’s question.

"We need these?" Rhy asked, quite confused. After a moment he handed the package to Llewellyn and opened the next. This one was identical in contents, but done in soft gold. And the third? Deep, forest green close to what Rhy preferred to make for his husband.

"Love, why are they making me curtains?"

“Mm….” He awkwardly offered Rhy a mysterious, clumsy little grin with a shrug. “Let’s see what else there is, love.” He commented, settling the first open package in his lap and sorting through it curiously to double check that he was correct. They were, indeed, bed curtains… He was down right mystified, and certainly was going to have to ask them next time he visited the shop.

Especially when Rhy proceeded to open two more packages, all the same but with different colours to coordinate. His eyes lighting up with some obvious delight at the green, a particular favourite shade of his, certainly, that he knew Rhy liked to see on him. “They’ve been busy… These are absolutely perfect.” He mumbled to himself again, shaking his head.

That aside, though, as Rhy looked up to question him again, he supposed it was probably a good time to see how his surprise was going to be received. At least… At least they had something to complete the look now, and to finish off the bedroom quite nicely.

With a small, clumsy smile. He gathered the red sheet set and curtains into one arm and offered the other to Rhy. “I believe they’ve mm… been made aware of a secret I’ve been keeping. How? I couldn’t say… I haven't really told many aside from the people involved in making it happen. But come, I have something you should see…” He responded, gesturing to the stairs awkwardly to avoid dropping anything. Trying to keep some of the nerves out of his voice as he led Rhy up the flight of stairs. “I Um… I wanted to give you something nice, my love. For our first piece of good furniture to celebrate both our anniversary and the home we’ve found together.”

Nudging the bedroom door open with his foot, he stood aside to let Rhy go in ahead of him.

What was going on here? The guidance upstairs leads him to find the surprise. And he gasps. Wow.

"Oh dear. Is that a canopy-"

No, it's not a canopy bed. He moves closer and sees the glass. Oh dear.

"Oh wow. OH Llewellyn! It's stunning!

Llewellyn lingered by the door, watching Rhy carefully for a reaction. Some kind of sign that he hadn’t missed the mark when he’d come up with the idea and provided the thoughts and vague design he had in mind to the shop.

At Rhy’s exclamation, though, he felt something relax in him. The tension leaving his shoulders as he carried the curtains the rest of the way into the room to set on the mattress carefully, not wanting to drop everything on the floor (though he’d cleaned it thoroughly earlier). “So you like it then?” He asked, a pleased flush on his face as he tilted his head at his husband. “I wanted you to have something fitting that went well with all the lovely things you’ve come up with for the house…”

He chuckled lightly, “And here I was, fussing for most of the afternoon about what to do without bed curtains for it. So the timing of this thoughtful gift is both mysterious and lucky.”

"I love it," Rhy said, moving to toe his shoes off and then he was lying down ont he bed to look up at it.

"In my bedroom back at home, the ceiling was painted like the sky. But this? I like this better. It captures the essence of us I believe."

He holds a hand out Llewellyn to pull him down to stretch out as well. Sorry dear, but you're going to do this.

"Which color should we do this in first?"

Llewellyn’s smile widened, so very glad to hear those words from his husband. He moved to stand by the bed, leaning on the bedpost and watching Rhy lie down on it with a pleased hum. “I’m so glad you do, my love. I wanted to surprise you, but it was rather difficult to keep to myself… Kept wanting to make sure you would approve.” The fact that he’d pulled it off in the end was rather impressive. He hated keeping secrets from Rhy... He was also bad at it, of course, but that didn’t change the fact that he liked being honest with his beloved.

But to hear that it was alright that it wasn’t like the room he had been accustomed to in his world… That Rhy thought that it fit them both together…? He felt a warmth in his chest and he leaned on the post as he tilted his head down. Looking at the hand offered, he didn’t have the heart to resist the silent request. His shoes already gone from having been fussing with the bed earlier, he let Rhy tug him down to lie next to him with a small laugh.

His eyes turned to look up a moment later as he admired the stained glass roses. He found himself enjoying the way light from the window glinted through it as he considered the question. “Hmm… Which, indeed? They outdid themselves with their choice in colours.” Turning his head to look at Rhy, he smiled a little. “The red ones are quite striking, and seem fitting for the day.” Reminded Llewellyn of Rhy, of course, but also of the colours from their wedding reception a year ago.

"Ah, but the green ones evoke the memory of you," Rhy answered with a smirk. "What if I want wrapped up in your shade?"

Wouldn't that be beautiful? Surely Llewellyn could see that.

Oh, Llewellyn could certainly see it. A small, distracted expression on his face as he considered the idea… A pleased hum escaped. He liked what he could imagine, certainly. His husband wrapped in sheets of green, sleep tousled and comfortable and- well, damn, he was going to get too distracted if he let his mind wander further.

So he rolled on his side, fingers still tangled in Rhy’s as he considered his answer. “Who am I to deny something you want, my love?” He commented playfully, grinning lightly. “And I confess, I think I’d rather like to see that… My beloved husband tangled in sheets of my favourite shade? Like a lovely bloom in a field of green in the spring? Beautiful.”

"Then we shall do green," Rhy smiles, before rolling to his feet. Time to do that.

"STay here, I shall go fetch them," he laughs happily. Then he's out of the bed and racing from the room. Oh this was going to be so nice, to share this place and all the decisions with his love.

Llewellyn propped himself up on his elbows, watching Rhy hurry to his feet with a small, delighted laugh. “I wouldn’t dare go anywhere now, my love. We have much to share here, after all.” He responded with a mysterious little grin, watching his husband leave to get the green curtains. The most he did was push himself to his feet to ready himself to assist in putting the curtains up and bedding on. Removing the makeshift attempts from before Rhy’s arrival and folding it up to tuck in the closet.

He peeked out at the balcony once to check on something else, satisfied he returned to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, waiting for Rhy’s return. A particular, satisfied calm had come over him once the anxiety of the initial surprise was out of the way. That they could proceed together, make the changes and set things up exactly how they’d both like it… It was feeling more real with every step.

Rhy returned soon enough, arms loaded with all three packages. They'd likely want to put the things away somewhere. For now he smiled and put some in the corner and handed the green one to Llewellyn.

"Here, let's work with these."

Llewellyn reached out and took the bundle of green curtains and sheets, carefully removing them and separating each piece. His brows raised slightly as he tried to work out where to start. “Let’s see how this looks with curtains, hm?” He asked, stretching slightly to stand up taller and beginning to work on hanging them on the rung between the posts under the glasswork.

He hummed lightly as his fingers fussed with the fabric a bit. “This is a lovely material… They’ll hang nicely. The sheets look soft, too. We’re going to have to thank them somehow tomorrow.” He fumbled a little. “Can you draw the material a little that way, love?”

Rhy thought perhaps it would be easier to start with the sheets and pillows, but he's not the experienced one, so he's going to work with it.

"We shall. I will buy some lovely cards and write a proper thank you."

He works with llewellyn, trying to get the fabric spread enough to hang.

"We'll need a cord to bind these to the posts with, if they didn't include any. I think a soft white color would go with them all."

Starting with the sheets and pillows absolutely would have been easier, but Llewellyn was a bit excited about the idea and had gotten a little ahead of himself. Yes, he was more experienced at housework, but he wasn’t immune to bouts of excitement and silly decisions. “That’s a good idea, Rhy. Your handwriting is lovely.” Humming a little as he fussed a bit, he tilted his head as the curtains were slowly hung in place on both sides. “Perhaps I can get something nice from the bakery in the market for them to share as well.”

Standing back, he tilted his head slightly at the effect. They really were lovely. “Some soft white cord would work well, mm… For now, though, I might have something we can use?”

He disappeared rather quickly, clearly on a mission, before returning with the bag he usually took to the garden shop. It doesn’t take long to figure out why as Llewellyn took out a roll of thick off-white ribbon he usually cut from to tie bouquets. “If I have enough of this left, it might do for now?”

"The bakery is a very good idea," Rhy suggested thoughtfully. "The girls would like it in the afternoon. We need the energy when we're finishing things."

Still, he's impressed that his lover might have something. When the ribbon was brought over he considers it. Rhy takes it in his hand, considering the feeling and what was going on.

"I don't think it will sadly. The edges are a bit sharp. It will wear the fabric."

That gets a pleased smile. It was good to hear that he had an idea that would be appreciated. Llewellyn liked the thought of returning the kind gesture with one of their own. “Then I’ll get a nice assortment and stop by tomorrow afternoon. That way it will be fresh, and something for everyone to enjoy.”

Handing over the ribbon, he leaned against the bedpost as he let his husband inspect the possibility. He hummed lightly, though, at the explanation. Llewellyn found himself reaching out to feel the edge of the ribbon.

Rhy knew best in this situation, of course. He worked with material all day, and he undoubtedly knew what would wear poorly against the fine fabric of the curtains. “Ah, I suppose we’ll have to leave them untied until we can get something tomorrow, then?” Not too bad, even if it would be nice to see it all finished.

"You're the best," Rhy offered with a grin. "Muffins are lovely. They would like those if they were possible.

"That will have to work," Rhy decided as he fussed the curtain he was touching into a more attractive position.

Llewellyn grinned a little at that, “Mm… No, I’m pretty sure the best is my husband.” He commented with a silly flush. But muffins? Yes, he could do that. An assortment of muffins. He would put a call in the next morning for them. Then he could pick them up and bring them by in the afternoon. “Muffins it is, then! A nice assortment. They make good snacks.” He commented, before finally moving to pull pillow cases onto the pillows while he watched Rhy Fuss with the curtains.

A playful tilt of his head as he nudges Rhy lightly, “And as it is, we’ll probably draw them shut later, anyway. A little privacy till we get to hanging the window curtains.” What? He wasn’t going to forget the idea of seeing Rhy wrapped up in the lovely green sheets that went with the curtains, not after his husband had pointed it out to him.

"Good snacks that if you don't want a lot of, you can easily split," Rhy agreed. So yes, the ladies would appreciate them.

At least Rhy was clearly extremely skilled at getting the curtains to hang properly. Helped that he'd grown up with the things.

"I like sleeping with them closed in the cooler months. It helps hold in some heat."

“That looks much better, love.” Setting the pillows aside once they had their cases on, he unfolded the sheets to consider where to start, pausing to admire his husband’s work.

Peering over his shoulder with a small, impressed hum. Yes, Rhy had made them look rather nice, even without the ties to gather them back. “That’s one of the reasons I thought a bed like this might be a nice addition to the home, important to keep warm as the weather changes. That way, next fall and winter, I can make sure you stay cozy and warm.” Llewellyn added with a little grin, pleased that it was both beautiful and practical.

"And it has nothing to do with the memories you saw of my room back on my world," Rhy asked, smirking. Oh, he knows the other had seen what the space was like. He figured that played for this some.

Llewellyn’s expression shifted to something a little bashful. He’d been found out! Not that he hadn’t expected Rhy to connect those dots, he knew how smart his husband was. “I confess it did inspire me a little…” A little might be a slight understatement, but the theme of the bed had definitely suited them both. “Like I said, I thought you should have a fine furnishing fitting of you.” He added with a small grin. He knew he couldn’t give Rhy as much as he’d had before, but he couldn’t help but try when an opportunity presented itself. The bed had been an excellent opportunity.

“And what better place to start than where we rest our heads at night, hm?” He began tucking in sheets, smoothing them out carefully as he moved.

Oh his love did so much for him. And Rhy reached for his lover to embrace Llewellyn. Can you even understand the issue there?

"I may once have ruled, I don't think that means you should go out of the way for fine furnishings for me. Not that I don't like these. I do. But I don't need spoiled, lovely."

He knew his husband didn’t expect it, but it was hard sometimes to not wish he could do more. He knew he couldn’t give the man everything, of course. Llewellyn knew there are limitations and keeping to budget was important, especially with the new house…

But they needed a bed, and he had felt rather clever for coming up with the idea of something a little nicer. The rest would happen eventually and not be nearly so specially thought of as this.

Llewellyn paused his task, letting Rhy pull him in closer with a small, silly smile. “I know, my love… You are very sensible and never make me feel pressured to do so… But I simply saw the opportunity, and I couldn’t help but think of you.”

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cool to wrap this soon?

Sure, I gotta work on stuff for the update next week