There's no place like home for the holidays

[keepsthefire]

Who: VILLA PEOPLE and anyone else
Where: Where else, DA VILLA
When: Starting today, going allllll month!
Style: Any
Status: Open to all, visitors please sneak in a window knock

[Even with the curse going on and the myriad of new arrivals and new residents to that well known house in Vatheon, it's actually been more or less calm there. Not exactly quiet, but calm. Which is always nice to start the month of December with.

So what is your Villa person doing today? Cooking, hanging out, putting up Christmas decorations? Whatever the case, feel free to mingle about! There's plenty of new people to say hello to!]

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SOB

[symmetrophile]

[It's all fun and games until--

A book drops out of Death the Kid's hands, hitting the floor with a thunderous slap, announcing the reaper's presence as he had just entered the living room. Oh god.

He just cleaned this!

And now. And now..!]

Oh, dear.

[And that would be Kid sliding to the floor on his knees, shoulders slumping. Kuro, you're adorable as hell, but look at this.]

woofjack

[spacecase]

[Wow that was a thud she just heard. Quick, Jade, teleport to the living room and see what's up!!!


...Oh it's the weird guy with the stripes. And Kuro!]

Are you okay?

[symmetrophile]

[Weird guy with the stripes, sounds legit.

The aforementioned, with little else to do but acknowledge his temporary defeat, has placed his hands on the ground, head hanging from his shoulders.]

How can I be okay if I can't manage to keep a single room aesthetically pleasing? Defeated by a cat, that's shameful, even if he is really a nekomata!

[Ha ha, wow, was that a muffled sob?]

[spacecase]

H-hey, come on, don't be like that! Have you ever thought of just getting a nice little bin for the toys? Kuro's smart, he can take them out and put them back whenever he wants.

[symmetrophile]

[Like a switch had been flipped, Kid lifts his head with a gasp. One fist is dropped down into his other palm.]

You're absolutely right!

[Turning his head, he seems to notice her presence properly for the first time.]

Oh, it's you again. The girl who wasn't possessed by a dog.

[spacecase]

...Jade.

[Luckily she's not rude and won't reply back with anything like "Stripey."]

I sort of live here! With my brother and friends.

[symmetrophile]

Jade.

[Of course. It's not that his memory is poor, it's just... okay, he hadn't felt any pressing need to keep it in mind. Which, okay, might be considered rude, except for the fact that he is almost guaranteed to outlive everyone he meets.

He remembers some other, specific things. Like how the angle of her ears is just enchantingly perfect. On his way to his feet, he's going to just. Collect that ball. And that fake mouse. And also that ball of yarn.]

Would one of them happen to be a boy with glasses?

[spacecase]

[Twitch. Man, John talks to everyone, doesn't he?]

Blue eyes, black spikey hair, wears blue pajamas everywhere? Yeah, that would be John, he's my twin. Do you want some help there?

[symmetrophile]

[Promptly, Kid steps in close, but only long enough to deposit what he's gathered right into her arms:]

So glad you asked. Hold this, please. Now, the rest...

[Momentarily biting the nail of his thumb, he resumes his efforts to clear up the clutter.]

--Yes, John. That makes two sets of twins under the same roof, how lovely. It would be perfect if they were all identical sets, of course, but that can't exactly be helped.

[spacecase]

[...Yep, she'll just use space magic to set those in an orbit around her as she watches him work.]

Three sets, actually. There's me and John, Rin and Yukio as well as Dave and Rose.

[And in her opinion, her and John are the most similar opposite sex fraternal twins one could possibly get.]

You know, I never did end up asking you why your name is Death the Kid. Would it be an inconvenient time to ask now?

[symmetrophile]

Three? [Dave and Rose. He makes mental note to determine for himself if at least one set out of three in the villa happen to look identical in every way.

No, he supposes they wouldn't. That's really too bad.]

Not at all, it's quite simple.

[Still scurrying around, trying to get a handle on all these cat toys. It would probably go quicker if he just swept through the room, but for every one he picks up on this side of the room, he trots to the other to collect something.]

That would be because of my father, Lord Death. Seeing as I am his heir, it's only expected that I should also bear his name.

[spacecase]

So you're the Heir of Death, I see.

[A little private joke to herself, ha ha ha.


Ahem, anyway--]

Then that means you are not a human as well. I'm surprised, you look rather normal for a Grim Reaper.

[symmetrophile]

Yes, didn't I just say that?

[Inside jokes are even funnier when the other guy doesn't get them.]

Be that as it may, I'd caution against being deceived by appearances--not to say appearances aren't important: take this room for example, its lack of aesthetic beauty poses a hazard for anyone passing through it.

[He corrects himself:] Unless you're Kuro.

[At this point, Kid finally looks at her again, but whatever he meant to say is promptly forgotten, as there's a little widening of his eyes at the objects floating above.]

...

[spacecase]

[Of course this clues her in the wrong direction--she looks behind herself before looking back at him.]

What's the matter?

[symmetrophile]

[He points up, helpfully.]

Care to explain?

[spacecase]

...Space magic!

[Witch of Space, remember? She brings the miniature orbit down so it's now between them, spinning at a relaxed pace.]

Holding or moving things without touching them is one of the things I can do.

<3

[snagglefang]

[Kuro stops in his attacking a fake mouse to look up at Kid. He runs over to him, obviously worried.

'Kid? Kid, are you alright?']

[symmetrophile]

[He's already mumbling to himself, fingers sinking into his own hair.]

I should have expected it would come to this. But look at how quickly that beautiful arrangement was completely undone!

[HIS LIFE IS HARD AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS.]

I have to do it all over again!

[snagglefang]

['Huh...?' He doesn't understand at all why Kid seems so upset. Ears pressed back against his head he sits down in front of Kid's crouched body, tails drooping.

'Do what all over again?']

[symmetrophile]

The room! This won't do at all. Kuro--

[It might be too much to expect of a nekomata to understand Kid's little... issue, but at the very least, he can involve Kuro in his efforts to remedy it. Besides, Jade gave him an idea.

Unless Kuro's quick at dodging away, Kid intends on scooping him up into his arms.]

--we're going out. Help me find a box suitable for holding your belongings, and we'll put everything away when we return.

[He's not taking no for an answer.]

[snagglefang]

[Not when he's too worried about Kid's apparent mental breakdown.

You have now acquired one (1) startled cat. Startled enough to blink clueless up at Kid.

'Is that... Is that what you're mad about?']

[symmetrophile]

I'm not angry, merely disappointed.

[He didn't kick anything across the room, at least!!]

This situation can be easily remedied. The room will remain beautiful, and you will have convenient access to your belongings.

That won't be a problem, I hope.

[snagglefang]

['Di... Disappointed?' Do you see that look, Kid? That is the look of heartcrushing sadness. You might has well have kicked him while he was down.

He visibly deflates and looks away from Kid.

'No... I'm sorry!']

[symmetrophile]

[He sure does -- and mistakes the cause, too.]

You don't have to worry about a thing, Kuro. I'll fix everything. It'll be absolutely perfect by the time we're done.

[And while the unfortunate nekomata might not be in the mood to be lavished with petting, the promise of setting things right again has Kid fully inclined to do so.]

[snagglefang]

[Honestly that worries him more than anything.

But he'll keep that to himself.

And no, he isn't really in the mood so anyone that happens to catch them might notice how uncomfortable Kuro looks. Poor baby.]