Judecca Hades is on a hunt. He is, in fact, on a hunt for his girlfriend. He is dressed in the same suit, sans tie, that he wore to his internship today and has left his schoolwork back in the flat that he shares with his eldest brother because, though he is of the belief that he has been a complete failure of a boyfriend for the majority of this past year, today he is determined to go through with the plans that he has been making for the past month. Since getting off of work, he has been busy making sure that he had everything in order and now he just needs the key to it all - namely one demon by the name of Michael. After all, what good are gifts and a starlit picnic without someone to share them?

There is a Decca seated on a sofa, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, shoulders hunched like his entire world has pretty much settled in right on top of them. He's had his memory back for some time now and, to be perfectly honest, the only reason that he hasn't tried to find Michael yet is just because, hell, he doesn't even know where to begin. Not that finding people is exactly difficult around here, normally, but if she doesn't want to be found-- And what is he even supposed to say?

Typist: Yeah, the typist fails. >__> Anyway, this is mostly for Mikey but anyone can talk to him. Warning that he's going to be...rather depressed...if that wasn't obvious already.

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On a table there is a box. That box is a very pale blue and tied with silver ribbon and has a tag that addresses it as being for Michael. Inside there are two white roses on top of a box of chocolates. The chocolates, in turn, are on top of a note that simply reads "I love you" and has something attached to it. That something is a silver wristband with Decca's full name engraved on the inside.

*completely at random, that is to say without any determinable reason whatsoever, two dozen long-stem, white roses shall be delivered to Michael, the small note attached to them reading, in a familiar blue script, "Σ' αγαπώ." -- that is to say "I love you."*

Mood: good
Music: "Χωρίς Αναπνοή" by Michalis Hatzigiannis

*is back from whatever literal hell-hole he got stuck into while making with that whole dead thing and is looking none too cheerful upon his return - in fact he's looking particularly irritable, for lack of a more accurate word - but that is far from saying that he is not glad to be back, he's just in a rather sour mood over havin been dead in the first place* *but yes, he's sitting on a bench under a tree as he gets used to this whole living thing again and, while he is not likely to be particularly friendly to more than a select few, people are welcome to notice his reappearance*

Mood: irritated

Just a note for those who care, I officially recieve my BA at 4PM on Friday.

The ceremony's limited invitation, so I've got seats for the usual family members who never try to kill me plus Michael and about four extras. Kae? Joshua? You're both welcome to claim one if you want. Otherwise, anyone who is, again, not going to try to kill me is welcome to pick up the other two.

And Dad's decided that there's going to be a party whether I like it or not, to which everyone is invited just so anyone who wants to make me look like an arse gets their chance.

Mood: amused

*would apparently just like to note that he is in a far better mood than his typist* *I guess the trip to Hawaii went well*

Mood: cheerful

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And now I have to finish packing for Hawaii. Speaking of which-- Hey, Brynne! I have a fuzzy kitty and two ferts in need of bratsitting for the week. Up to the task?

Mood: cheerful

Just so you know, Brynne? I got my kitten back.

Mood: slowly reaching "cheerful"