(OPEN) Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

[symmetrophile]

Who: Villa residents and all visitors.
When: December 25th
Where: The Villa
Style: Whatever you like!
Status: Open!


[Hey, guess what?

IT'S CHRISTMAS! Which means Villa residents will be trading gift-wrapped presents and enjoying a delicious holiday feast prepared by a very hard-working Rin Okumura, so be sure to thank him!

The threads below are meant for mingling, the exchanging of gifts and other holiday activities!]

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[heartandsoul]

[Just a steadily stern gaze in response.]

You know what I mean.

[symmetrophile]

[Stubborn meets stubborn like the way an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, but Kid knows which one is at fault, and isn't too proud to admit it. He's being petty, and she doesn't deserve it.]

Yes.

[A fingertip beneath her chin directs her to turn her head, setting down the curling iron, and taking up the bottle of product. His hand then shields her face as he sprays the other pigtail.]

...I haven't seen Soul, have you?

[heartandsoul]

He's...

[Gone again.

No, stop that, you don't know that for sure.

Just because he's in a coma...but she can't help but associate that with someone definitely being gone.]

Knocked out.

[symmetrophile]

[The bottle is put on the edge of the sink, and, taking up the bristle brush again, Kid moves around behind her to the other side. There's a disappointed exhale, and he sets to work brushing out the remaining pigtail.]

He's missing everything. He and Black☆Star both.

[A moment passes, in which he regards her reflection in the mirror, with a sidelong glance.]

I had hoped for better, since your last holiday was spent alone.

[heartandsoul]

I'm not...all that alone. There's you and everyone else in the house.

[Though, yes, there was some part of her that had hoped Soul would be with her for the holidays. Like old times.]

[symmetrophile]

Be that as it may. [Kid says with a little smile somewhat getting underfoot of his precise reply:] The bond between a Meister and her Weapon is unique.

[The brush is traded for the curling iron, and he lapses into silence, as he coils hair around it in the exact number of loops he had done with the other side.]

...

[A few moments later, setting aside the curling iron, he takes both pigtails by their tapered ends and gently pulls at them, coaxing the curls to lengthen to match each other.]

Damn... I should have brought my ruler.

[No, Kid, it's fine to just eyeball it.]

[heartandsoul]

Kid, it looks fine. Your eyes are a lot better than a human's, after all.

[Given that he's the marksman of their group if they stretched it.]

You don't need your ruler.

[symmetrophile]

[Cupping his chin with one hand, and that elbow with the other, he regards his work with gold eyes darting from left to right and back again. They look fine. Maybe they are, but how could he be sure?

He could leave for a few moments and get his tape measure.

What if it was off by a centimeter? Could he even turn his back on something like that? Uuugh, what if she left the bathroom? Everyone would see it, everyone would know--

Kid starts to turn towards the door with the stiff-shouldered gait of the reaper intending on marching off to retrieve the aforementioned ruler.

Hey, hey--wasn't it you who said you'd try?]

...

[He sets about to putting the brush and bottle back where they belong, leaving the curling iron to cool down.]

Of course. Yes, you're right. Naturally.

[heartandsoul]

And...I really like it.

[She hasn't had someone else do her hair for a long time, after all. Sure, Liz would offer when she wanted to try something "new and different" she saw in a magazine, but Maka wasn't one to deviate much from the norm for herself "just because."

It made her feel more important than she actually was.]

[symmetrophile]

[The son of the god of their world just curled her pigtails. It's ridiculous on the one hand, maybe even a little charmingly mundane on the other; to Kid, it's a way to scratch that itch for orderliness and symmetry as much as it is a gesture of his friendly affection.

He looks at her over his shoulder, relieved and, for the moment, surprised into smiling in the midst of his satisfied disbelief.]

Do you really? [And, sobering:] I'm glad to hear it.