[A handwritten letter arrives for Yata. The writing is flowing but legible cursive, but the writer periodically switches between red and green ink, and it is decorated with drawings of fires and dragons.
It's a Christmas greeting, all right.]
Dearest Yata,
You are most cordially invited to a celebration of family, friendship, forgiveness, and estrangement on December 17th from 3:00PM, or earlier, until whenever we feel like stopping, at [the address for the warehouse]. This season mustn't pass by without a grand affair full of of food and gift-giving, in the best of Christmas traditions.
Oh, but you don't have to bring gifts. There won't be any set gift-giving time. Besides, do you really want to give your friends presents so early? It's far better to make them wait until the 25th. Patience is an important quality to learn for the winter months. Of course, I'll prepare the food, unless you wish to contribute some. Please keep any amount of arsenic in food below fatal levels for human children!
In the spirit of Christmas and all ritualistic holidays designed to prepare communities for defence against a harsh winter of dangerous weather and low quantities of food, you are invited to bring anyone you feel like. While more people is a greater strain on resources, the contribution of any individual to the group balances that out with the warmth and love provided. Let's gather together and avoid a cruel death in the months to come.
Hoping for your presence and survival, your friend, Christopher Chareau de Red
[post is here, tag in at your leisure or handwave or excuse yourself however you like!]
[ Kougyoku comes out of nowhere and suddenly takes his hands. (!!!) She then places something in his palm, covering it with hers so he can't see it yet. Shut up, she's shy about this, too. That's why her head is down and she isn't looking him in the eye. ]
I saw Mikoto wear something like it.
[ She removes her hands and brings them close to her chest, revealing a dog tag. Now Yata's one step closer to being the biggest fanboy ever. ]
[ Kougyoku looks at him, wide-eyed. No one has ever been so enthusiastic about getting a present from her before. It's a nice feeling, and that's thanks enough for her. ]
[At some point between the beginning of the 24th and the end of the 25th, Christopher delivers (handed off in person or left at a doorstep) a Christmas gift: a lot of red spray paint. It is given with all the best Christmas wishes from a friend.]
[ on the 25th, Yata will wake up with this in his hair along with the cat ears he wore.
there's also a wrapped present containing a red (if rather old) ds and three random games, one of which is probably an accidental girly dress up game. ]
[ Kougyoku isn't hiding in weird places indoors for once. She's also nowhere to be found because she's out stalking following someone to their house instead of asking them if they can visit like a normal person. That gets boring after the next three hours, though.
Then it hits her—she has friends now! She can text them while she waits for the person she is following to come out of the building they just entered.
... She has friends, but she is comfortable with texting only one... ]
Hello, Misaki. (●´ヮ`)♡ What are you doing?
[ One, the hearts are a new thing. Two, Yata should get more friends. Three, no matter how you look at it, Kougyoku should get more friends, seriously, etc. ]
[ Kougyoku, that's illegal-- or maybe just really weird. As weird as looking at his screen and seeing a heart?! Squints. ]
hey whats with that face and nothing just hanging out you?
[ He was playing by himself in the snow (aka kicking and punching at the air as fighting practice and rolling around while yelling about HOMRA) but that didn't sound very dignified. ]
[ Let's pretend The Incident never happened. That's what's going unsaid here. Kougyoku's determined not to let something like that ruin their friendship. Also he's the only other person her age in the next five miles. Eric would count, but he doesn't talk a lot...
She hides half her face behind her tablet as she approaches him, but she's obviously happy about something. ]
Yata, Yata. Izumo said I could pick our next mission. [ ]
( he shall never be caught dead in an ugly christmas sweater, and misaki was so considerate to send him a gift that fushimi's going to return the favor!
yata will find the following wrapped in a simple package on his doorstep. the attached--and unsigned--card reads: Thought of you when I saw it!.
because it's ugly and red, get it?! merry christmas, misakiiii. )
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[ ...no, she just really wanted to show off the emoticons she learned to type.
And she's probably huddled in a corner across the room. Or outside. Just... some distance behind him. ]
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Your shoelaces are untied?
[ That's supposed to be a statement but... she said she had a question! ]
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Dearest Yata,
You are most cordially invited to a celebration of family, friendship, forgiveness, and estrangement on December 17th from 3:00PM, or earlier, until whenever we feel like stopping, at [the address for the warehouse]. This season mustn't pass by without a grand affair full of of food and gift-giving, in the best of Christmas traditions.
Oh, but you don't have to bring gifts. There won't be any set gift-giving time. Besides, do you really want to give your friends presents so early? It's far better to make them wait until the 25th. Patience is an important quality to learn for the winter months. Of course, I'll prepare the food, unless you wish to contribute some. Please keep any amount of arsenic in food below fatal levels for human children!
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Hoping for your presence and survival, your friend,
Christopher Chareau de Red
[post is here, tag in at your leisure or handwave or excuse yourself however you like!]
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[ he's doing as he's told though, and turning a random corner now!! ]
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Oh, Yata! Come try this on! [ Holding out cat ears...! ]
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I saw Mikoto wear something like it.
[ She removes her hands and brings them close to her chest, revealing a dog tag. Now Yata's one step closer to being the biggest fanboy ever. ]
IT'S OKAY HAHA
it's all a little confusing up until he sees the dog tag, face lighting up instantly. why hadn't he thought of getting something like it before?! ]
Kou-chan, this is awesome! I love it!
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Really? You really, really love it?
[ Kougyoku looks at him, wide-eyed. No one has ever been so enthusiastic about getting a present from her before. It's a nice feeling, and that's thanks enough for her. ]
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within the pile, there is... what is undoubtedly a skateboard with a ribbon stuck haphazardly in the center with a label attached.
the label reads "YATA MISAKI" in english print, but says nothing else.
merry christmas, mi-sa-ki. ]
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stalkingfollowing someone to their house instead of asking them if they can visit like a normal person. That gets boring after the next three hours, though.Then it hits her—she has friends now! She can text them while she waits for the person she is following to come out of the building they just entered.
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Hello, Misaki. (●´ヮ`)♡
What are you doing?
[ One, the hearts are a new thing. Two, Yata should get more friends. Three, no matter how you look at it, Kougyoku should get more friends, seriously, etc. ]
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[ He was playing by himself in the snow (aka kicking and punching at the air as fighting practice and rolling around while yelling about HOMRA) but that didn't sound very dignified. ]
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And Kano said I should use hearts if I am in friend-love with someone.
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Yata, Yata. Izumo said I could pick our next mission. [
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Yeah? You look like you've got something in mind already.
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Oh... no, I do not. [ She looks sheepish now. She was just that excited. ] But I wanted choose a mission with you.
[ Because it doesn't feel right if she does it alone. It's a big group decision! ]
You and I, we like the same things, right? [ fighting........... ]
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yata will find the following wrapped in a simple package on his doorstep. the attached--and unsigned--card reads: Thought of you when I saw it!.
because it's ugly and red, get it?! merry christmas, misakiiii. )