[ cute dumb children ]

[hasaringonit]

[ Someone--not naming any names because it could've been staff or rich boys or maybe even a very tiny lady--has stuffed a giant and super classy tree strung with fairy lights and little bits of tinsel right smack in the middle of some big giant room in Casa de Kureshima.

Another someone--this one absolutely a very tiny lady--is trotting around its base carefully arranging perfectly wrapped gifts beneath it. A little bell in her hair jingles every time she moves, and overall she seems to be getting into the holiday spirit extremely well.

If anyone should need her, that's where they might find her. ]

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[hasaringonit]

[ She's humming merrily to herself, but when she hears him come in, she's all smiles ]

Kureshima-san.

[grapesofyan]

Merry Christmas! What's all this?

[hasaringonit]

[ Given this is the home of the richest of the rich, this tree is probably like 20 feet tall. ]

Decorations.

[grapesofyan]

I can't remember the last time any part of the house looked this festive.

*He says "house" as if it's perfectly normal to live in a mansion as huge as his*

[hasaringonit]

It seemed a shame to let the space go to waste. I apologize; I did not seek permission before beginning.

[grapesofyan]

It's fine. I like it. You know you're always welcome here. How'd you get this all in?

[hasaringonit]

Those who work with Kureshima-san are very kind.

[ Short version: no one is able to refuse her anything, really, because she is too darn cute. And some of them might think they'll get fired for not helping Kureshima-san's assistant/secretary/?girlfriend?. ]

[grapesofyan]

*Note to self: Holiday bonuses*

They're very patient with us. Some of them have worked here for years.

*He walks over to the Christmas tree to take a closer look*

[hasaringonit]

[ The decorations are very tasteful! But if he looks further into the tree's branches he'll find what appear to be little handmade ornaments; folded paper in various shapes and what might be little notecards ]

Kamio-san has told me stories from when Kureshima-san was young. Kureshima-oniisan, as well.

[grapesofyan]

*He's curious about the notecards and reaches in for one*

Really? Like what?

[hasaringonit]

[ They're all in her childish-but-neat handwriting--they seem to be a bunch of various holiday wishes for people. "I wish for Nitou-san to have a more sturdy tent", "I wish for Thor to enjoy many pancakes", "I wish for Kureshima-san to know his worth". ]

I seem to recall something about a candle and a set of curtains.

[grapesofyan]

*He can't help but blush when he sees the note about himself*

I still maintain that was a complete and utter accident for both of us.

[hasaringonit]

[ She looks amused, at any rate. ]

Mm. Kamio-san said Kureshima-san might say something of that sort.

[grapesofyan]

Only because it's true. This is all lovely. Thank you, Koyomi-san.

[hasaringonit]

It feels more like a home, now.

[grapesofyan]

Mm. We need more reasons for it to feel like one.

[hasaringonit]

[ You bet your britches she's gonna decorate the bejesus out of your house over the next few weeks, friend. One wing at a time. ]

A party, perhaps.

[grapesofyan]

A party...?

[hasaringonit]

For our family.

[grapesofyan]

Do you think anyone would be interested in going?

[hasaringonit]

Would they have reason not to?

[grapesofyan]

Well... there could be several. *Like the family name being associated with a shitload of shady things now*

[hasaringonit]

[ Names shmames... ]

Haruto, and Nitou-san. Tomoko-chan and the others. Family.

[grapesofyan]

Alright. If they really don't mind, they're welcome to come too.

[hasaringonit]

[ Aw look who you just made super happy ]

I suppose preparations are in order.