Miss Miwako and I purchased
kittens for the atelier. Twins! We couldn't stand to separate them. Aren't they cute~? ♥ ♥ ♫ Their names are Hikkichan and- Ah, Miss Miwako, what were their names, again? Ehe~
Now- TIME FOR CHRISTMAS CAKE! Hurray! With extra strawberries for Haruhi, of course ♥ Hurry, hurry! Let's pick one out and eat it
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[Kaoru lets the wrapping paper bloooow away in the wind. He's no environmental activist, after all. Maybe, even, some commoner will find a better use for it. This is charity.
He leans this way and that way to see Roxas' expression - is he smiling? frowning? not doing anything at all?]
You're welcome!
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[He lowers the jacket at last. Maybe his expression's a little anticlimactic, because it's not really much of an expression at all - just bemusement, and surprise that's a little softer than usual because he really doesn't know what to do with this, how to deal. There's nothing to tell him how to react, no instinct in his pulse.]
Thanks.
[For a beat, he almost wishes that there were.]
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[He's caught off guard with that smile and blinks and blinks and blinks because he doesn't know what to say, certainly. It's rare to see that smile - it's a nice smile, really, he notes, and he wishes it would occur more often, but perhaps it's just fine the way it is now.
Though he misses Hikaru, it's these weird friends of his here in the City that makes the waiting tolerable.]
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[Roxas slings it over his arm, because it's more comfortable than putting it on over the Organization coat. He'll probably never wear it, but that's not the point.
What is, then?
But he's not thinking about that question right now.]
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Exactly! Now you have...a grand total of two things to wear. Isn't that great?
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I've got more than two things to wear.
[This is true. He has seven copies of the Organization coat.]
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[He tugs on Roxas' sleeve disdainfully. Leather... ick. Is it even real? Those poor, poor cows. Faux fur and faux leather is all the rage- or at least in his own world.]
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[He jerks his sleeve away, though not ungently. Draping is fine, but apparently clothes-picking is not.]
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[A tilt of his head, a thoughtful look]
I can't knit, but- you need a scarf, too.
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[He shakes his head, tugging on the cords to his hood until the visible parts of his face shrink to the tip of his nose and a gleam of sharp blue eye.]
I don't need a scarf. It's not like I get cold.
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[Moves over to drape across him once again, peering into his...uh... hood?]
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Doesn't look like that stops you.
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[Debates giving him a knuckle sandwich.
Decides he should never do it ever.]
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