What, no Anti-Grouch posts yet~?

[queruloussoul]

[[Technician Fakir is in an excellent mood this evening.  He can't remember being in such high spirits since ... okay, so he can't recall ever being in such high spirits.  He isn't worrying about that right now, anyway.

Those who venture into the kitchen will find him cheerfully kneeling before one of the stoves, tending to a small fire.  He's

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[itwillbetragedy]

[[Ross bursts into the room, tan coat flapping behind him like wings. But he isn't angry, and rather than a pen and paper in his hands, he's holding a red scarf and smiling madly, but less insane, more joyous.]]

FAKIR!

[queruloussoul]

[[Tekky falls back from his crouch, startled, and looks around a little less anxiously than one would normally expect from the paranoid boy. He catches sight of Ross, and just stares for a moment. Why ... doesn't he feel like fighting? Or at least glaring?]]

... Ross?

[itwillbetragedy]

[[Ross bounds over to Tekky and plops the red scarf in his hands.]]

Merry Christmas!

[queruloussoul]

[[Tekky is awestruck, and he stares openly at the scarf, mouth agape.]]

... A ... gift?

Tagging will be ridiculously slow, as I'm not in a place with Internet normally.

[itwillbetragedy]

[[Ross nods eagerly.]]

It is a present for me, from...someone named Kaili, who I have never met. But, you see...the color red reminds me of the Raven, which reminds me of what will happen to her and all that I have seen doesn't agree with me.

You seem like a passionate fellow, and I figured...well, it is the season of giving.

No problem!

[queruloussoul]

[[Red isn't really his favorite either, but he doesn't have any objections to it. And to think, even Ross feels the spirit of the season! Tekky smiles.]]

... This is unexpected. I don't have anything for you.

[itwillbetragedy]

Oh, it's fine. I have other things, too! This coat and a book and...

You know, this is the most Christmas presents I've ever recieved!

[[Ross smiles, unaware how much he's revealing.]]

[queruloussoul]

[[He shakes his head, still smiling.]]

I'll make you some hot chocolate, at least. Or smores. Do you like smores?

[[It dimly occurs to him that this is not the normal way to react to Ross. But then, Ross isn't really being normal right now, either. And if it's all in the Christmas spirit, why not?]]

[itwillbetragedy]

Smores...?

[[Ross tilts his head.]]

What are those? Hot chocolate sounds good, though.

[[Something in the back of his mind asks him why Tekky's being so nice, but he's never one to refuse kindness, although he also isn't going to turn his back on his foe.]]

[queruloussoul]

Melted marshmallow and chocolate between two graham crackers? You've never had them?

[[He turns to fetch a sauce pan for the hot chocolate. He'd been intending to make some for himself anyway, and it's always better to share hot chocolate, isn't it? Even if Ross is probably the last person he'd normally want to share anything with. He has to give him something in return for the scarf, at any rate.]]

By the way, I'm lurking the Tekky/Eatiru thread with fangirl savagery.

[itwillbetragedy]

No, I haven't. But it sounds good, at least.

=D Enjoy it while it lasts.

[queruloussoul]

They're easy to make. I think there are toasting skewers somewhere in here.

[[He's rummaging through the pantry, collecting the sugar and cocoa.

And it hasn't even occurred to him that he has his back to his enemy.]]

[itwillbetragedy]

I am used to creating my own food, here. But I have not a whiff of cooking talent, and...

[[He's about to say "writing can't make up for everything", but he probably shouldn't mention that to this particular Fakir.]]

And it is barely edible.

[queruloussoul]

Creating ... you mean writing?

[[Yes, he still sounds a little disturbed, but he doesn't say it accusingly--there's none of the usual anger. It's almost like a polite inquiry. He does want to know more about Ross's habits and writing powers, though he's having trouble concentrating on the reason, right now.

He dumps the sugar and cocoa into the sauce pan, and then adds the appropriate quantity of milk before transferring the whole thing to the stovetop.]]

There shouldn't be much of a need to cook, though. The ghosts prepare meals every day.

[itwillbetragedy]

...yes.

Er, really?

[[Ross feels only momentary shame that he's let something as infantile as "er" slip from his lips.]]

[queruloussoul]

... Hn.

[[This is a more thoughtful sound than one of evasion. He hadn't thought about writing something as trivial as food. At least it seems like a harmless enough thing to do with such powers.]]

Yes. Three meals a day. The table in the dining hall gets completely decked out. It's good, too.

[[He's found a wooden spoon, and is slowly stirring the warming milk into frothy, chocolately goodness.]]