{1x1 kalon rp} zevi and halsey

[Newts]

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{click for zevi's page!!}

this is a one-on-one rp between iBrevity and Newts!!
the rp features iBrevity's kalon, zevi {as seen on the right}, and Newts' kalon, halsey {as seen on the left}. kalons are a closed species currently run by Checkinder {you can find them here} and our kalon's designs are credited to their respective artists. their personalities and stories are our own creations, though it should be noted that their actions don't necessarily reflect our own personalities {...sometimes}. either way, this should be fun, so shall we get started? B)

plot/setting;;
halsey is catering one of zevi's royal parties!!
they have arrived two days early to prepare.

[iBrevity]

Zevi absolutely dreaded parties. As king he had to be careful not to select a chef, a DJ, a party planner, anyone of any worth that one of the lords or ladies in his court preferred so as not to accidentally show anyone favoritism. Oftentimes he submitted to hiring someone from overseas, someone who his court would not be familiar with and thus could claim no tie to. America was easy to hire from; they had a surplus of bakers, and some of them were even worthwhile.

Zevi selected Halsey from a brief internet search, as he had no time to look into the matter any further and he liked the look of the bakery that Google showed him. He dispatched a runner to his council instructing them to send a letter to the owner of the business and invite them out to Rossore, and then set aside enough money to afford the American's plane ticket, three days worth of salary, and a bonus should the need arise. He proceeded to forget about the entire thing for the next twenty something hours, right up until he was interrupted mid-conversation with the interior designer by a panting runner.

"My highness," he said breathlessly and Zevi half-turned towards him, already rubbing at his eyes. He was ludicrously tired but there was so much still to do for the party that it wasn't as though he could sneak away for a nap. There were only two days left, and he still hadn't picked a theme for the main Dining Hall. He hummed to prompt the runner to speak again and the younger man said quickly, "The American baker is here."

Zevi looked blankly at him for a moment and was on the cusp of asking who in the world that was when he suddenly remembered. "Oh," he said, blinking once and then smiling a little, just the quirk of one corner of his mouth. He excused the decorator and granted him leave to return to his lighting and then fell into step beside the runner. "Where are they?" He asked.

"In the Throne Room awaiting you, my lord." The runner escorted Zevi through the castle as tradition dictated (Zevi was not much of a fan of tradition but let it stand) and left him with a bow at the entrance to the Throne. Zevi absentmindedly tugged on the crown nestled among his unruly ruddy hair and then went in, spying the stranger idling in front of his throne immediately. Despite his exhaustion Zevi smiled again; he did not often get to meet Americans, and he found himself partial to their casual dismissal of royals.

"Afternoon," he called as he approached, glad for once that he'd foregone his robes that morning despite the slant-eyed looks he always got from his council. Zevi wore nothing more fanciful than a button-up shirt and jeans. His crown looked rather startling against the outfit. "I'm Zevi. You're the baker, right?"