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[6am]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PHIL CONNORS. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 020.22.473.65 *** goodweather has joined 020.22.473.65 <goodweather> You have reached the chatroom of Ryslig's favorite weatherman, Phil Connors <goodweather> If you're contacting me for business deals offer me a price first <goodweather> But if you're looking for a more "fun" time, I'm all ears. ;)

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[6am]

Aww, don't tell me you're making me eggs benedict for breakfast. If I didn't know any better I would say you're trying to spoil me.

[He looks at the present and his expression immediately softens. His obsession with coffee wasn't exactly a secret, especially ever since his goblin instincts kicked in, but knowing Rev thought about him like this hit him harder than he expected.

After a moment of staring, he clears his throat.]

Well you know that this is far from my worst vice, but I'm not one to complain about you making me indulge in all of them.

[Inside Rev's first gift is a silk robe. It's long and flowy, with "Reverie" embroidered on the breast pocket in gold thread. It looks like it costs a pretty penny.
Phil doesn't say anything; like he's gauging Rev's reaction before he responds.]

[wheresmyjuul]

Sweetheart, I'll make you anything you want. [Although.] Within reason. Not like I can nip out and get anything extra with the sun coming up.

[The robe's beautiful. Soft. Smooth when he runs it through his fingers. He slips out of the bed so he can put it on, running palms over the smooth planes of it where it sits flat at his hips.]

It's beautiful, Phil. Thank you.

[He slips back to the bed, gently sliding a hand under Phil's chin and pressing a kiss to his cheek. The slow, rumbling involuntary purr has resumed.]