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It was a busy time of year when there was any type of festival happening. Francisco had been to his fair share of them in his centuries of living and it was always the best time for him to work his magic. Unfortunately, it was not the same for Silas. The two of them were very different in how they went about surviving and Fran was never one to judge the people he cared about most. Silas had been and still was one of his closest friends. That also meant that he was going to have a very special mask waiting for him. And he was certainly right when the other cubi pulled a neatly wrapped around package out from behind the desk he was at. A slow smile lifted onto his face. “Silas, have I ever told you that I love you? If not, I certainly need to say it more.” He would wait until he got home to open it. Anything from a friend was something he was bound to like. Especially if it was hand-crafted. “What’s your plans for the festival? Got a hot date?”

A gentle scoff came from Silas at the question, trying to remember the last time he even went on a date that didn’t end with him feeding off them after. He wasn’t sure that was even considered a date to anyone but the other party, not giving them any indication that he was interested in them after it was all said and done. Even before the curse, Silas was not known to be the dating type. He was quiet, didn’t flaunt who he was and often didn’t stand out to those who didn’t know him best. Slow kindling was more in the cubi’s wheelhouse and actually finding anything that resembled a relationship had long slipped into the back of his mind. “My plan was to drink casually and watch the chaos,” a tired grin emerged onto his lips as he spoke, taking the compliments tossed his way and trying to hid the flush of his cheeks, “You know by now that hot date and Silas don’t usually find themselves in the same sentence.”

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Francisco didn’t find himself going to Knick Knack ever, but the frequent feeling of restlessness had him wandering there to see if Silas was okay. He couldn’t be the only one feeling like this, could he? Nevertheless, walking into the store, his eyes darted from trinket to trinket. Was this place often busy? There were a few people in there with him now, but he couldn’t imagine there were crowds of people waiting to buy something. It was nothing against Silas at all. After all, the incubus surely was the best of them all in terms of personality. People were better off running into Silas than they were running into Fran. He was more likely to leave them soulless than the other. Walking up to the other man, he let a smile reach his lips. “So…got any gifts and trinkets to sell me?”

For the span of almost two weeks, Silas had been taking orders in masses for various masks and custom orders to the point that he had actually had to turn down quite a few. Festival season was always busy for the cubi, no matter the country he was in. Months prior had really been when he started prepping, but the recent weeks had made it extremely difficult to stay focused on the tasks at hand. The saving grace in this was a good majority of the pieces that were not special requests were ready for their finishing touches and Silas didn’t need to think much creatively. Though what he did reserve creatively speaking, the cubi made sure it was for those he considered closer to him — or just wanted to impress. “Nothing to sell,” charcoal hues moving from Fran to a section under the cashier desk, “Just to give.” A neatly wrapped package was gently set before them and Silas slid it towards the fellow cubi, “You know, for the festival.”

💐 from @franciscoamore​ give a gift During the days that the cubi was still living in Korea, every inch of his human-ness still intact, Silas had grown used to getting various gifts from friends to help supply the family shop. Not all was a gift. Some being a this for that, but often they would find something that caught their eye and reminded them of the Kyun’s. That dwindled down over the years as close ties became more rare and interactions depended on the type of supernatural being. It felt more dangerous than ever to have too many connections, especially with what he was and always did his best to keep his personal life to himself. Not that Silas was anti-social by any means, just able to carry on conversations without letting too much slip out. “How did you manage to snag this?” the cubi stated, excitement fluttering in the shadows of his voice. For most it was just a decorated tea bowl, but for Silas this was a connection to his home and the dynasty that his family used to serve. Fingers grazed the rim before picking it up completely, flipping it over to reveal the signature of his great-grandfather, “Thank you again, this is really special.”

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