As the holiday season drew closer, Crowley found himself increasingly unwilling to stick around. All that good will and cheer December tended to bring gave him headaches. Before he left however, the demon who had spent far too long among humans had a few things to leave for the acquaintances he had made in Desai. Not that these were Christmas gifts ( Read more... )

Neatly hanging on Kaito's door, a lovely laced affair of a satin dark blue dress hangs, enclosed in a shining white bag from the most expensive dry cleaners in Desai.

Attached to the hanger, a cream colored note is dangling with a deep red serpentine scrawl across it's crisp surface.

The note reads:
By some misfortune you left this beautiful piece of ( Read more... )

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