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The Valentine's Date Auction [OPEN]
WHO: Eveyone who signed up + the school in general
WHAT: this thing
WHERE: Right here, in the Institute
WHEN: Saturday evening, the 14th
WARNING(S): Given the nature of the event, I almost expect it, but remember the rules regarding that kind of thing. Take it off the log if it goes there.

WHAT: this thing
WHERE: Right here, in the Institute
WHEN: Saturday evening, the 14th
WARNING(S): Given the nature of the event, I almost expect it, but remember the rules regarding that kind of thing. Take it off the log if it goes there.

⊗Never let it be said that Emma didn't know her stuff. Not content with the paltry and tired and cliche decorations Kurt and subjected the students to at previous events, she had completely taken over, using a combination of her wealth and mutant powers to create a sort of bohemian love palace for the students. Dance floor, tables, the finest foods. This was not a party the likes of which they had seen before... unless they were part of the older crowd, and had witnessed Emma at work before.
Was she good or was she good? On the stage, Emma stood proudly, taking each of the auctionable singles to the stage, one by one, and selling off just a fraction of their free time to the highest bidder. And the fact that it was all for charity left the whole situation comfortably guilt and obligation free.
Of course, as the host, she was more focused on the party and its guests as a whole than any particular individuals... Attempts at sneaking off probably would go unremarked upon. Probably.
[[ OOC: Each auction will receive its own top level, as well as a top level for general mingling. PLEASE CONSULT THE PLOTTING POST BEFORE BIDDING ]]
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And time is the most precious thing he could possibly share with Feliks, loving him openly in every way.
He leans in, lips brushing Feliks' ear as he whispers:]
Will you marry me?
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You know I was just waiting for you to ask, right?
[Sudden? It would be, if they hadn't been waiting for each other for six damn years.]
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A moment later, he's slipped a ring on him.]
So have I. Kind of for a while.
[As for the ring? If you're marrying Feliks, you go big or go home.]
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[Feliks can't even bring himself to make fun of him about it. He just snuggles close and hides his face in his shoulder, blushing like mad. His left hand takes hold of Fai's, lacing their fingers together... He just wants to be close to Fai in every way possible, ideally all at once, though it's proving difficult to pet his hair and hold his hand and hug him. What's the deal with only having two arms, anyway? Lame.]
Well, good. It'd be way unfair if it were just me, you know?
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Yes, he's an enormous, incorrigible dork.
And he's having more or less the same problem, wanting to touch Feliks' hair and his face, wanting to hold him as close as possible, wanting to kiss him, all at the same time. They probably look like some kind of very complicated, very happy knot by now.]
Oh no. I definitely love you as much as is humanly possible, so it can't be just you.
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Of course you do, I'm pretty incredible!
God, come here, you huge dork...
[Just gonna... kiss him again. Yeah. That's a good plan, right?]
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There is a Get a room from somewhere in the crowd, and Fai just waves a hand vaguely in that direction, as if indicating that he's getting there, but not just yet. Instead he bumps his nose against Feliks', slightly swollen lips huffing out a damp laugh.]
I think we owe some of our friends some very large drinks. I'm personally getting my brother a gift basket. What do you say?
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[He nuzzles Fai's nose and his cheek, running a hand through his hair again, the other arm latched around him, as if to make sure he doesn't disappear on him.]
[Tucking his chin over Fai's shoulder and resting there, he sticks his tongue out at the person who he thinks called out.]
What kind of boy do you think I am, anyway?
I think Yuui deserves, like, a private island or something for all that. Hajime, too. Reki hasn't been around the whole time, but I should probably buy her something nice, too...