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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, CremeConsul. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 536.05.022.03 *** CremeConsul has joined 536.05.022.03 <CremeConsul> Greetings! You have reached Clotted Cream Cookie. I'm afraid that I am away at the moment, but if you are in need of private counsel, please leave a message for me and I will respond as quickly as I am able.

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Backdated to Dec 4th

[charmpagne]

[Sparkling had always intended this to be a surprise.

His memories of spending time with Clotted Cream as a merperson had been blurry, at best. It seemed like a life he personally didn't lead, as if he were recalling a vague dream he'd had but not much else. Nothing truly substantial. He's sure that Clotted Cream remembers it more than he does and, well.

Sparkling just so happens to have a surplus of coins he's not currently using. Why not put them to good use?

It's early in the morning as he plunges into the sea, dropping himself in from the dock instead of taking the path through the cove, knowing that Clotted Cream is probably already there. He intends to swim from the docks up to the cove the long way around, so he can try to get the jump on him.

Now the question is: Where is he?}

[clottedcream]

[Clotted Cream is indeed already at the cove! Though only about half as often these days as he used to, he does tend to sleep here, lulled by the gentle roll of the waves and the safety and security of the cave. It's his territory, it's where he hides his treasure trove. It's a home away from his home away from home, so to speak.

This morning, he's already in the process of the near-ritualistic inventory taking of his hoard. Because of this, he's not exactly paying as much attention to the waters around and behind him, much of his focus aimed towards ensuring everything is as it should be. It would be, for once, quite easy to sneak up on him. How fortuitous for Sparkling!]

Mm... Is there a gem missing from this pendant? I could have sworn...

[He's even mumbling to himself, rolling a gold pendant between his fingers as he inspects it.]

[charmpagne]

[Ah-ha.

Sparkling smirks, his tail flipping behind him as he swims slowly closer, ear-fins perked forward as he listens to his boyfriend mumble to himself. He struggles to remain quiet as he cuts silently through the water, leaving a minute trail of bubbles in his wake. Of course Clotted Cream is tending to his hoard, like the fastidious person he knows him to be.

It gives Sparkling the perfect opportunity to sweep his tail around him in a large arc from behind as he pops up in his peripheral vision on his left side, grinning from ear-to-ear.]

Would you like some help?~

[clottedcream]

[At this point, Clotted Cream's focus is such that anything popping up in his peripheral would have startled him. The swish of Sparkling's tail catches his attention, making him jolt, but a quick glance that way tells him nothing.

And then a familiar voice is on his other side, and when he turns, there's someone there. Someone that shouldn't be. His fins flare instinctively from the sudden surprise, but even beneath the surface of the water, the flush that floods his face is obvious.]

S-Sparkling?!

[No, it can't be. Sparkling is a Vampire, he wouldn't look like this - wouldn't look like he did that one week a couple of months ago. It can't be. Is this another event? It is about time for the fog to roll in--]

[charmpagne]

CC!

[Sparkling chirps Clotted Cream's pet name back at him with a chuckle, his hair buoyed up around his head by the water. Like this, it looks even more like it's fizzy and bubbly than it does when he's a Vampire, helped along by the real bubbles floating up through it occasionally when he moves. The way he blushes is...extremely, extremely cute, to the point where Sparkling can't resist but to lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek.]

Surprise. I thought it might be fitting if this year, I spent the holidays down here, with you. I cannot think of a place I would rather be.

[clottedcream]

[Ah-- Having attention drawn to the flush on his face makes Clotted Cream sputter, and he makes a great effort to clear his throat to cover it.]

You're... But how? Did you visit Mana?

[With Sparkling now close, Clotted Cream reaches out to take his boyfriend's hands, inspecting them in awe. Just like his, with webbing between his fingers and claws at the tips. Sparkling chose to be like this. This isn't an event.

He feels giddy.]

You look wonderful.

[charmpagne]

That I did. I thought I might change this time on my terms.

[He lets Clotted Cream take his hands, keeping them loose so he can inspect them. Sparkling's scales are utterly vibrant gold and white, save for a few splotches of pure black, such as on his face and neck. If Clotted Cream thinks about it for more than a moment, he will realize these are his scars, manifested in a different way.]

I do hope you'll show me the ropes. I fear I don't remember much of my time as a Mer before...