Characters: Takasugi, all the people he's giving gifts to, and whoever wants in!
Location: All over the place. Feel free to choose where Takasugi meets you - I'll have him drop in on you. :3
Rating: G for now!
Time: December 24, during the day down to early evening or so
Description: He doesn't celebrate Christmas, but he knows it's important for
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Even as it was, staying inside was part of the promise he had made to Takasugi to not overwork himself for a day. But already he was having trouble adhering to it, preoccupied with thoughts of what he'd do once the day was over while he ate a cup of noodles.
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(He needed the company too, but nobody had to know that.)
The boy knocked on the door as soon as he got there.
"Katsura?"
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"Oh, Takasugi!" He said as he opened the door. "Come on in. I'll make us some tea."
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Takasugi balanced what he had been carrying in order to open the door with his free hand, and then he nudged it shut once he was inside. He immediately sought Katsura out, and smiled the moment he saw the other.
"Hi."
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And she still didn't like the snow all that much, but it wasn't going to stop her from performing her duties. It made her stop by the mall first to buy a long, black trenchcoat though, and she had to admit that she was liking it very much. (Though it did very little to warm her, at least it kept the snow off her skin and kimono)
Tsukuyo smiled when she saw Takasugi with a markedly larger bag than hers just ahead. Turning the coat's collar up, she walked briskly towards where he was.
"Do you also moonlight as Father Christmas when the holidays arrive?"
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"I don't," he returned, "but I think I know somebody who wants to."
Not that he's going to spoil who it is, but well.
"Good thing we ran into each other, though. I have something for you."
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"Oh. It is fortunate, then. I have something for you as well" she said, drawing out a flat box from the bag, wrapped in black, orange, and gold washi paper.
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"Oh... you didn't have to."
He was all for this gift giving thing, but had kind of forgotten about getting anything in return!
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Now, Bansai was standing outside the club establishment, taking a smoke break after finishing his first set of the night. The air was cold, though the tobacco helped to warm him as he leans against the wall of the building. It was still hard to believe that there was snow on the ground, when it had not been all that chilly during his arrival in this world.
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Damn it all.
As things were, the boy was now walking towards the Danse Macabre with a wrapped package in his arms. Bansai was outside: good. Sort of.
It saved him time, at least.
"Hey you."
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"You are perturbed with me."
He didn't phrase it as a question. The musician had been expecting that sort of response, but at least there had been no immediate, biting words. He could only assume that his gift had been received, though.
"You will have to forgive me. It is something we enjoyed doing together, and it seemed right for you to have one. I feared that if I were to give it to you personally, you would refuse it."
Time to take a drag off that cigarette while he waited for Shinsuke's reply.
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Was he shuffling his feet? Fidgeting? It's just cold, that's all.
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That was probably it. When he set his mind to doing something, few things could deter him.
As such, Takasugi walked close to the building and looked up, craning his neck towards the alien's figure. Then he cupped his hands over his mouth and tried to call out to her.
"Selendis!"
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She had no need to yell back - he would hear her voice as clearly as if she were standing right next to him. "En Taro Adun, Takasugi. Do you require something of me?"
He didn't seem to be in any sort of a hurry, so she assumed it wasn't an emergency. She wasn't up for much at the moment, anyways.
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He was going to pop into the building and head up to see you now. He does arrive in record time, and to his credit? He's not too winded.
"Hi."
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Gintoki pulled his kimono tighter around him, eyebrows knitting together half from annoyance, half from the cold. He couldn't wait until the day was over, and he could retreat back to his apartment with people he could honestly enjoy the company of tolerate. Until then, hanging around the Yorozuya office would have to suffice, assuming he wouldn't slip on the ice and put himself in a coma. But stuff like that only ever happened in anime.
...wait a minute.
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(Excellent timing, muns.)
"Gintoki?"
Takasugi sped up just enough to approach the man, but slowed the moment he was a respectable distance away.
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"Hey. Running an errand?"
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A swift smile, a nervous scratch behind his ear and shuffle of his feet.
"Uh. Got a minute?"
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