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[Valentine's Day Event] - Somebody To Love

[When the feed first turns on, the screen comes to life and wipes over with a glimmer; when Ramza finally comes into view, he's obviously just come from his shower, wearing a collared shirt unbuttoned, with beads of moisture trickling down his bare chest. The very air around him glitters even as he furiously towels off his head.]

How can-- Does anyone know how to make this stop? I attempted to wash its presence away, but that only made it worse...

[With a last tug, the towel whips free from his head, and his damp hair cascades into place across his scalp as droplets of water send glistening twinkles soaring slowly through the air to join the shower of rose petals.

Oh-so-romantically, he flicks one off of his shoulder.]

Can someone take this rose from me? Simply setting it down does nothing; mayhap I must freely offer it so. I will return the favor.

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[Freya isn't quite sure of how to respond to this emotionally. Concern? Exasperation? Confusion?]

... has some sort of spell been cast upon you?

Ah, Freya--

[The bathroom door blows open and steam billows into the frame, some of it coalescing into glistering bubbles that shimmer behind him.

He hastily bats them away or to bursting.]

I know not for certain. It began when I had taken a rose from a park bench, and has yet to leave me since.

I... see.

[She's rendered speechless for a moment. His new aura is... a little hard to take seriously.]

A rose seems an odd object to have caused such an effect... [Aren't magical objects usually crystals and things like that?]

[It's every bit as bad for him, Freya. But perhaps it's for the best that Ramza himself isn't able to see see exactly how glamorous he's made to look... especially as the mist rolls through in another wave, and lends a particular almost-blurry softness to the image on the screen.]

I would not have imagined it myself, but I took the rose in hand and the petals began falling... [And the sparkles began soon after, but he'd rather not draw attention to that now.]

You've seen nothing of the sort in your travels?

I can't say I've seen something quite so... eye-catching. Some protective spells give a minor glow to the recipient, but this is beyond that. [To say the least. Good lord.] I suppose that you haven't, either?

A few glitters or glamers from warding or bewitching spells, but naught that persists for hours such as this...!

[He leans offscreen to close his bathroom door, and the hazy softness fades from view... he re-enters the frame and pops a nearby bubble as he does so.]

I would sooner this than more fiend attacks, but fiend attacks I can fend off; this hex lingers like a specter, and I see no means to cast it off...

[He lets out a long sigh, flipping his hair back with a spray of glimmering sparkles behind him.]

I pray you've been spared such a cruel jape?

... Thankfully. [Not that sparkling is a huge deal, but.] Though if you're that determined to be rid of it, I'd be willing to take the rose you mentioned to see if it helps.

Freya...!

[As he looked back at her through the terminal, he may not have been breathless but he certainly looked the part as the glimmers in the air took on the look of the night sky, and the room's light fades to a soft pink. Certainly he had asked someone to take it, but he also knew Freya had troubles enough to bear...]

I... could not ask you to take this upon yourself.

[But, as he glances down and realizes the sudden shift in lighting, a quick blow of percussive maintenance to a nearby floor lamp sets the color right again. This was getting very irritating.]

[She feels as if Ramza has been pulled into some sort of fairy tale, and she's not sure she can take much more of this while keeping a smirk off her face. She brings a hand over her mouth for a moment, looking down. The ridiculousness is becoming too much.]

Please. I insist.

[Yet somehow the vivid gloss of the scene only became stronger as a hint of redness came to his cheeks at her insistence. He did ask for aid in this, after all... he couldn't very well turn down one of his most trusted friends here, either. He rather sheepishly lowered his gaze...]

If you must...

[And the sparkles swelled in their glistening, sweeping across the backgrop of their dialogue until Ramza turned to glare at them. Well, his indignation seemed to hold them at bay a little...

...He turns back to the screen.]

...Just don't try to wash it off of you.

[This time she can't help but let out a few chuckles. His reaction to the odd atmosphere around him just seemed to make it humorous... and it wasn't as if it was harmful.]

I'll try to learn from your misfortunes. I shall see you shortly.

[Ramza shuts off the feed after a few moments more. Small comfort to see a friend find laughter at his expense, but comfort nonetheless to actually see them in good spirits. Not like it was anything personal, anyway; he knew that much.

It was just a matter of finishing toweling himself off before she arrived, and murmuring in irritation at the sparkling motes and wisps as he did so.]

[She reaches her friend's door after a few minutes, and she can swears she can see the shimmering light from the crack beneath the door as she knocks. She's been wondering if the effects were emphasized by the network screen, but...

She wonders if the effects will be quite as extreme if she receives the rose.]

[When the door opens, Ramza stands in the threshold, his shirt- thankfully, and very pointedly- buttoned to the neckline, his bathtowel slung across his shoulders. From the looks of things, he was trying to wick off as much moisture as he could before his company arrived.

Of course, It did little to supress the glimmering sway his hair gave in the breeze through the doorway or the narrowing, come-hither glint that remained stuck in his gaze.]

Freya--

[And a swift, rough clearing of his throat.]

--...Freya.

[She takes in the sight for a moment, nearly squinting from the bright shimmer around Ramza.]

I wondered if much of the effect might not have been the effects of the screen, but...

[She covers her mouth as she stifles a snicker.]

You're glittering like a princess on her coronation day.

What princesses have you--

[No, that's not what he should be wondering right now. He shakes his head, and turns heel to reenter his apartment, the longer sections of his hair trailing behind him in slow, undulating motion.]

...Well, mayhap you'd be a finer fit for it, then.

[Whether Freya follows him in or not, he soon picks up the offending rose from his countertop with a leer at its petals. It looked no different from an ordinary red rose... his hand was held out to Freya.]

You're certain you'd take this upon yourself?

I wouldn't say that.

[She's very much a warrior. Manners and sense she may have, but she's nowhere near nobility. Regardless, she follows him to the counter, doing her best to ignore the effects around him.]

I have a feeling it's causing you more grief than it would for me. [She can always go on the rooftops and hang out if it gets that bad. So she takes the rose from him, examining it briefly before glancing back to Ramza.]

[The instant their hands touched, it was a moment that illuminated the entire room in soft, rosy light. Glitter in the air exploded into fireworks and then the stars the sky, Ramza's breath stolen away in a gust that swept petals across their joined hands... his eyes meeting hers as she glanced at him, a wide-eyed shimmer staring back at her.

He let go the rose.]

Did... that work?

[Funny how quickly he snapped back to his normal looks, and how his damp hair now seemed more dull than glistening.]

[Freya is rendered speechless for a moment, wondering what kind of bizarre magic would bring about such an effect. What would its purpose even be?]

It most certainly did. [And thankfully, the effect was lost completely when given to her. She has neither sparkling nor rose petals to surround her.] Perhaps you should avoid flowers for some time.

[If Ramza could have seen even half of the melodrama in that moment, he'd have all but collapsed from embarrassment. But for now, he was just grateful to be rid of it. He breathed a long, weary sigh of relief.]

Thank the gods. I could not have endured another sparkle or stare... you've my thanks, Freya, and my gratitude in spades.

[And there was some comfort in knowing she'd be spared his embarrassment. He glowered at the rose in her hand.]

Indeed. This one's caused me enough trouble.

[She takes a good look at it herself, wondering about the origins of the effect and if it's inherent to the flower or if Ramza is just special.

It would certainly make a good prank. She could only imagine if Zidane got his hands on one of these.]

It was my pleasure. Hopefully all our future problems will be solved so easily. [Don't mind her as she tucks the rose in her pocket for safe keeping.]

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[Valentine's Day Event] - Somebody To Love

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