Closed RP: Wolfram, Yuuri, Richard.
Wolfram von Bielefeld said a word that really was not very nice, and wasn't in his usual vocabulary of "not very nice" words, such as wimp, cheater, lecher, or Weller (he said that one with a particular bite). No, what he said was even less princely than his usual stable of curses.
Wrapping presents was far harder than one would think. He pulled his hand out from between the silver ribbon which was entangled around his palm, and scowled at the package in question. It was so hideous it looked like his brother had sewn it.
The blond did not trust House Elves; they were tiny, shriveled things who were certainly not cute and Wolfram was not entirely convinced that they were not human. But for this task, they would have to do. The demon summoned for the help as he set forth to clean up the broken stapler, pull off the tape from the walls, and to put out the small fire in the corner that was starting to grow unmanageable. He certainly couldn't have left the wrapping to Yuuri; the boy would probably have poked his eye out!
Crisp-Mass. That human holiday Wolfram kept hearing about. Unfortunately he heard about it a bit late, and then was not available to celebrate it in time. Of course, human holidays meant nothing to him (though he did like getting presents), but his fiance was half-human (he did not mention that anymore, to spare his feelings). As Yuuri's future husband, it was Wolfram's duty to celebrate this Crisp-Mass properly! Though Wolfram only really knew about the part about exchanging presents, so fortunately Yuuri would be spared a true Wolfram-organized holiday. But this evening was not only an excuse to give Yuuri a present which he would then give to Wolfram. No, tonight was about an important thing:
Vindication.
While Wolfram was considering whether he should exchange gifts with Yuuri before or after he scared the Maou out of his wits, thereby proving his eyesight exceptional and teaching his King a Valuable Lesson, the House Elves were finishing off wrapping the presents. When they were done to his satisfaction, the demon shooed the other creatures away and attached his Crisp-Mass letter to Yuuri's present ("My dearest Maou, King Shibuya Yuuri, Maou and Hufflepuff. Don't you dare marry Crisp-Mass or else! Yours for years after forever, Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld, Betrothed to the Maou and Hufflepuff"), and then attached a less personal card on his own ("Dear Wolfram, Joyous Yule! Sincerely, ___________").
"Yuuri!" Wolfram screamed. It was a tone that meant that Yuuri had better get there fast, though oftentimes it served to send the other boy in the other direction. He also did not have to be quite so loud, as he was in the living room they shared that connected to both of theirs. "Come here, I need you to sign something!" And after that was done, they could finally make their way to somewhere suitably dark for Wolfram's celebration and exoneration. The dungeons had a certain atmosphere.
Wrapping presents was far harder than one would think. He pulled his hand out from between the silver ribbon which was entangled around his palm, and scowled at the package in question. It was so hideous it looked like his brother had sewn it.
The blond did not trust House Elves; they were tiny, shriveled things who were certainly not cute and Wolfram was not entirely convinced that they were not human. But for this task, they would have to do. The demon summoned for the help as he set forth to clean up the broken stapler, pull off the tape from the walls, and to put out the small fire in the corner that was starting to grow unmanageable. He certainly couldn't have left the wrapping to Yuuri; the boy would probably have poked his eye out!
Crisp-Mass. That human holiday Wolfram kept hearing about. Unfortunately he heard about it a bit late, and then was not available to celebrate it in time. Of course, human holidays meant nothing to him (though he did like getting presents), but his fiance was half-human (he did not mention that anymore, to spare his feelings). As Yuuri's future husband, it was Wolfram's duty to celebrate this Crisp-Mass properly! Though Wolfram only really knew about the part about exchanging presents, so fortunately Yuuri would be spared a true Wolfram-organized holiday. But this evening was not only an excuse to give Yuuri a present which he would then give to Wolfram. No, tonight was about an important thing:
Vindication.
While Wolfram was considering whether he should exchange gifts with Yuuri before or after he scared the Maou out of his wits, thereby proving his eyesight exceptional and teaching his King a Valuable Lesson, the House Elves were finishing off wrapping the presents. When they were done to his satisfaction, the demon shooed the other creatures away and attached his Crisp-Mass letter to Yuuri's present ("My dearest Maou, King Shibuya Yuuri, Maou and Hufflepuff. Don't you dare marry Crisp-Mass or else! Yours for years after forever, Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld, Betrothed to the Maou and Hufflepuff"), and then attached a less personal card on his own ("Dear Wolfram, Joyous Yule! Sincerely, ___________").
"Yuuri!" Wolfram screamed. It was a tone that meant that Yuuri had better get there fast, though oftentimes it served to send the other boy in the other direction. He also did not have to be quite so loud, as he was in the living room they shared that connected to both of theirs. "Come here, I need you to sign something!" And after that was done, they could finally make their way to somewhere suitably dark for Wolfram's celebration and exoneration. The dungeons had a certain atmosphere.