Christmas drabble
The Christmas tree is tall and green, and has shiny glass balls, angels, candy canes, little teddies and santas. There are boxes, big and small, beautifully gift-wrapped under it.
Ginji is positively glowing, eyes wide and gaping in awe. He looks like a five-year-old now.
But you said we didn’t have money, Ginji thinks, but does not say. He’s afraid that the simple mention of the word “money” will break the magic of this moment.
Ban smiles and gives him a golden treetop - it’s star-shaped, with colorful glitter and a tiny red lace. When Ginji hugs and kisses him with an almost painful enthusiasm (ow, my nose!), Ban for once does not fake annoyance but responds honestly, with warm acceptance and love.
Merry Christmas, moron.
Ginji is positively glowing, eyes wide and gaping in awe. He looks like a five-year-old now.
But you said we didn’t have money, Ginji thinks, but does not say. He’s afraid that the simple mention of the word “money” will break the magic of this moment.
Ban smiles and gives him a golden treetop - it’s star-shaped, with colorful glitter and a tiny red lace. When Ginji hugs and kisses him with an almost painful enthusiasm (ow, my nose!), Ban for once does not fake annoyance but responds honestly, with warm acceptance and love.
Merry Christmas, moron.