[Mingle Post] Holidays

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Who: Everyone! Open to All
What: Holiday Mingle Log
When: the holiday season
Where: Locations in comments, or add your own.

Tonight, dreams take the form of the winter holidays. Everything is imagined in grand scale, from a winter wonderlandscape to a glorious feast, to gifts under the tree and the inevitable mistletoe. All of everyone's favorite things have made their way into the dreams. And it feels so vivid and real.

(ooc: This is a post to keep threads together for winter holiday antics. Separate posts are also fine, and this one is optional. Feel free to use the location subthreads as prompts, or to add something entirely different. These include hints of the dreams crossing into waking life; those are small and entirely optional as well.)

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[decaying]

[He'll follow her but you're confusing him. He reaches for his pocket just to make sure he's still got the box.]

Don't like Christmas that much either?

[waterfell]

[She doesn't quite answer. She's not sure what made her want to leave herself. Something about the room, and that tree, and that pile had just been strange.]

I just decided I wanted to see you instead.

[She waits until they're a short distance away from it to put it behind her, before she reaches over to take Kanda's arm. Her hand brushes the sleeve of the coat.]

[decaying]

[He looked down at her hand and realized he could hardly feel her fingers over all the fabric. Huh. He hadn't noticed this.]

What the hell am I wearing. [He's just going to remove the coat. Don't need all of this inside.]

[waterfell]

Somehow... that look suits you. [She doesn't quite understand its importance, beyond simply being a well-made winter coat. But she finds herself glancing at it more than once, and recalling how Kanda had looked before taking it off.]

[decaying]

[He removes it and frowns.]

I don't know why I'm wearing this, it's General coat. Red and black is standard exorcist. Gold and black are for the only high ranking exorcists.

[waterfell]

[The little smile she'd worn over his appearance grows larger, though she settles for teasing him.]

Are you saying you can't handle that rank? [Of course he could. She wouldn't be nearly as interested if he couldn't.]

[decaying]

Of course I can. I've been... somewhat avoiding this happening before.

[Because he had over passed the generals a long time ago and just not told anyone. Back then he didn't want to be a general because he didn't care about the order or anyone in it. It would be a waste. But now he's not sure how he feels about them. This, at least, will keep hm from going fallen.]

It doesn't matter right now.

[waterfell]

[She knows his view of the Black Order, enough to know why he might decide to avoid anything that would serve their goals. So, like him, she's left with the question: Why is he in a general's coat? It's something she'll remember, and think about, later.

It'd be like finding herself in her old uniform. So she decides to agree.]

For the time being, leave it behind.

[decaying]

That's right. Besides, I have... something to give you. I'm not sure when gifts are given so you'll have to tell me when you can have it.

[waterfell]

[There's only one answer to that, really.]

I want it right away. [And why not?] Because, I also have something I intended to give to you.

[decaying]

R-Right now? [Well then, if she said so. He went digging into his coat pulling out a long slender box. He handed it to her.]

Merry Christmas. [Or whatever.]

[waterfell]

Such holiday spirit! [It's alright. She doesn't exactly have any more than he does. She'd probably be turned off if he did.

Ami takes the box, and slips a larger, soft package into Kanda's hands in return. Without waiting to be told that she can, she begins to open it, neatly teasing apart the wrapping.]

[decaying]

[Kanda took her present and held it, he couldn't open it with how nervous he was about all of this. Ami was the first girl he had ever given a present to so of course he wanted it to be perfect. At least something she would like.]

I... hope you like it.

[waterfell]

[In Kanda's package, there was a warm scarf, thick and hand-knit with even, tidy stitches.

Ami slipped her own gift from its paper and ribbon, and held up a small silver pendant shaped like a snowflake. Alongside it, there was a matching chain with the same design cut out of an oval tag. It gleamed as it caught the light.

She did like it.]

Put it on me.

[decaying]

[That was quite a surprise!] So, do you like it?

[He spent weeks searching for it and he sure wanted it to be meaningful so he reached for her piece: the snowflake, and went behind her to put it around her neck.]

[waterfell]

[She does. But it's hard to think about that, and harder to say it. Even after this long, even after this much. Finally, she says it the simplest way she can.]

I like it. [And with that, she reaches for his necklace to put it on him in turn.]

[decaying]

[He wasn't sure what he was expecting from all of this but he couldn't complain if she wasn't. He moved to grab his hair out of the way, he can't help but keep smiling.]

[waterfell]

[She could have put her hands right around his neck. Perhaps she noticed it because the idea of that trust still surprised her. And yet, she had allowed him the same.

Instead, of course, Ami draped the necklace over Kanda, and fastened it at the nape of his neck. Her fingernails lightly brushed his skin deliberately.]

[decaying]

[He let his hair fall back when she was done teasing with her touch. Don't do that, it feels funny. He turned around taking his own piece in his hand.]

When I first saw it, it reminded me of you and how I kind of want to be like this: together. Fit for each other. That probably sounds stupid...

[waterfell]

[Fit for each other. Compatible. Like-minded. She thought of her parents suddenly, and how they simply weren't, not a career-driven doctor with a laid-back traveling artist. As a result, they'd fallen apart.

Probably sounds stupid. She glanced away.]

Maybe it doesn't.

[decaying]

[He wasn't good at this, Ami, so if he says things that upset you, he swears he doesn't mean it.]

I hope so. Because it's really how I feel. About us.

[waterfell]

[He wants them to be right for each other. He wants them to last. Maybe a part of her wants that, too; she's not good at asking herself, or listening to the answer. She's certainly thought about it enough.]

We're both sort of similar.

[They both treat the world with disdain. They both cut themselves paths through the obstacles they encounter. They both value strength, and power. They both have a grudge that moves them. It might be much more than 'sort of'.

And to her, that makes them fit for each other. Compatible.]