(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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[symmetrophile]

[Completely certain he's now solved that little mystery, he can relax, for certain definitions involving Kid relaxing. As attentive as he is determined to distribute evenly that attention, a scritch behind one ear warrants one behind the other.

Hope you don't object to being carried around and cuddled. One might think Kid would object to having pets around because fur gets on clothing (and stands out often very well on black), but there is a lint brush in his inventory and he is never afraid to use it.]

I'm sure they won't mind if I borrow you a moment. Now, I'm certain I saw some ribbon around here somewhere.

[darkasnight]

['Ribbon?' He stiffens suddenly when he realizes Kid could probably hear that. Instantly he goes back to the silent treatment, now a tad bit more tense in Kid's arms. Whoops.]

[symmetrophile]

...

[You bet he heard that.]

Oh. So you can speak.

[After a fashion, in any case.]

[darkasnight]

[Low purr, keeping up the silent treatment still. He casts a look up at Kid, unsure what he needed ribbon for.

If it's going around his neck he will fight you first.]

[symmetrophile]

[He eventually settles down near some leftover wrapping paper and other supplies someone had forgotten to put away, and from a messy little pile of scraps he plucks a red ribbon.

Here it comes, Night. You're doomed, doom--

No, wait, he's just trying to tease him with it, the way one takes a piece of string to entice a playful housecat.]

Let's entertain you with this while I tidy up.

[Judging from the way he's shooting sideways glares at the mess, he intends on doing that sooner rather than later.]

[darkasnight]

[Oh shit, his Achilles heel- well, that and a few other things. Being a cat left him with many weaknesses. Oh well.

Eyes wide, Night reaches out with his paw, claws extracted, to bat at the ribbon.]

Mrow... ['Yeah, that'll take forever...' He's too busy pawing at the ribbon to realize he was talking again. Whoops.]