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[extinctive]

Who: figaro and some certain people
What: closed log for event goings-on this month
When: this month of february.
Where: a bar, and his house/clinic respectively.

Content Warnings: alcohol, tba.

gonnna prettify this part later LOL

closed threads in the comments! if anyone would like a starter from me, let me know via PM or romanticizes.

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closed to obi-wan;

[extinctive]

[ figaro wouldn't have been aware that lonelyhearts like him would usually go to the bar to get themselves plastered on this so-called month of love. he's heard murmurs of valentines every now again, but as far as he knows, it is a ritual to comfort the isekai'd sage back home by transforming into smoking-hot witches and doing what the sage wanted.

...yeah, someone should orient him about that.

but it's not about the holiday itself that's bothering this good doctor. nowadays, he's been racked with some sort of pain that not even a spoonful of magic sugar can help alleviate completely. it's a miracle that he's able to drag his feet down the street towards the first bar he sees, a dimly lit one that's simply decorate, and shuffles toward the counter to get one large mug of alcohol. just one would help numb the pain for a bit.

and another, and another. figaro could no longer count how many glasses he's consumed at this point (it's twenty, thanks to his abnormally high tolerance that had just reached its limit), and he's found with his head slumped on the counter, with the barkeep fretting over his request for one more. ]

Mm, just... Just one more. Can still fly back h-home.

[ hic. ]

[jedies]

[ ah. not a good sign. obi-wan gently nudges the drink away with the force with a knowing look at the bartender. ]

I think you've had plenty, friend.

closed to lumine;

[extinctive]

[ picture this: it's a nice, cool day in crenshaw, and figaro just so happened to have some chocolates to go with his morning tea. and, well, you know how it goes when you receive candy from spooky strangers. although, he may as well be lucky that he didn't get to eat the more bizarre sweets... even if this one is just as bizarre.

so, really. lumine should be used to this by now from a wizard like him. once she makes herself known outside his house-slash-clinic via knocking on the door or whatever, said door will be swung open and she will see figaro being more dramatic as usual as he starts belting out an damn acapella of an opera out of nowhere. ]

Make way for the doctor of the city.
Hurrying to his shop now that it is already dawn.
Ah, what a fine life, what a fine pleasure
For a doctor of quality! Of quality!

Ah, well done Figaro!
Well done, very good!
Very fortunate indeed!

Ready to do everything,
Night and day
He is always on the move
A more plentiful fate for a doctor,
A more noble life, no, it cannot be had.

[ he extends a hand, as if there's nothing wrong with a musical from out of the blue. western wizards do it all the time, so why not he? ]

[extinctive]

[ the bartender can only offer a pitiful shake of their head as they move away to cater the other customers. ]

Obi-...? [ figaro, meanwhile, blearily looks up at the other man and offers a tiny wave of his hand. ] How's it-- How's it goin'?

[ plenty? no way, the party's just getting started (?) ]

[jedies]

[ he smiles faintly, sliding up to the seat next to figaro. ]

For myself? It's fine. But I think you seem to be struggling with something.

[extinctive]

Am I? Wha... What gave you that idea...?

[ look at this lopsided smile and the way he wobbles on his seat like a singular leaf on a branch. he's not struggling at all!

the barkeep merely gives him a pointed stare, but otherwise doesn't interject. ]

[jedies]

Call it instinct.

[ he replies with a smile and a crinkle in the corners of his eyes. ]

But I welcome the chance for you to prove me wrong.

[extinctive]

Lessee... Oh!

[ he turns on his seat to face obi-wan, wincing a little -- guess the alcohol hasn't numbed the body pain he's been feeling lately. ]

I did tell you, right? The... The date. Said I'd take you out for drinks sometime. So here we are.

[ smooth. ]

[jedies]

[ wryly. ]

I suppose it's not the worst start to a date I've ever had.