[ Complete ] To Give is to Receive

[moralsintact]

Whom: Ichojou Takuma [ sparklepiredesu ] and D [ moralsintact ]
Where: The Bakery
When: Sunday, January 3rd, 7:00pm
Summary: D goes to give Takuma his belated Christmas gift, and talk about what they've both managed to remember. Besides--after the odd incident in the hallway, D now has a reason to talk to the young man...
Warning: Scare tactics.

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[sparklepiredesu]

Takuma sauntered along to the bakery that Olette owned, wearing his deep blue work yukata. He was curious as to what D got him since they didn't know each other too well and his own gift to him was almost a shot in the dark, something based on what he saw him wearing already.

Another thing that piqued his curiosity was his age. D didn't look a day over twenty-five at the most, but he was one-hundred and fifty, as far as they knew anyways. He remembered the death of someone's parents. They were each about three thousand years old, but he remembered them to be very young looking. Was it possible that D was a Pureblood vampire just like the person's parents were? Did that mean he had a vast amount of power that he wasn't aware of yet? What did D remember in those one-hundred and fifty years? He found D's mysterious memories to be far more interesting than his own.

Walking inside he saw the tall man waiting for him there. "Hello D~!", he chimed as the bell did on the door.

[moralsintact]

D was waiting for him, dressed in his usual attire. Unlike Ichijou, D had yet to go and purchase new clothes for himself, preferring, oddly enough, to wash them every day after he returned from work, wait patiently in his undershirt and garments, and then wear them again the next day. Since he was outside of his house, his large brim hat was on. A small, plain black box sat on the table

[sparklepiredesu]

Takuma took a seat in the chair across from the elegant looking man and placed his hands in his lap. He smiled pleasantly at him, his emerald eyes were warm as he looked at him, with a hint of inquisitiveness.

"Did you have a good day at work?", he asked, making small conversation before it got heavy. He pushed his golden hair out of his face and behind his ear.

[moralsintact]

"It was the same, as usual. Finding ore isn't very hard work. I don't have to talk to anyone."

D set the box down in front of Takuma on the table. It had the logo of Lacewing Dreams Formal Wear on it stamped deeply into the dark colored container.

"This for you."