Not Even A Mouse;

[thalassino]

Characters: EVERYONE
Location: ALL AROUND (but mostly in the plaza)
Time: MORNING - NIGHT??? (aka all day)
Style: Whatever suits!
Status: OPEN

T'was the night before Christmas and all through Vatheon

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[aim_exorable]

[To most who know Darkleer, or who have even seen him faintly in passing, they might be surprised today. In all previous interactions, he has held himself stiffly, most of his expression hidden by a stubborn stoic facade and a pair of shades. In a pair of words, closed off.]

[But right now, his body language is utterly relaxed, shoulders no longer held up rigidly and back not ramrod straight. Even his glasses are missing. The only sign of his stocking is the torn shreds of blue near his feet.]

[The reason for his sudden good mood? Well, occasionally she comes swooping down with a small trill of sound.]

[It's a bird- pure white even in the eyes- and looking like a bizarre mixture between a Harpy Eagle and a cockatoo. Obviously the bird hadn't taken kindly to waking up in an oversized sock, but she seems fond of the troll nonetheless, and him she.]

[He always lets her heave off of his arm to go fly around above him, and seems utterly content, for now, to simply stay in his place.]

[faygot]

[the sound of thudding sneakers is all the warning Darkleer gets before suddenly Gamzee slams into his back, wrapping his skinny arms around him best as he can, laughing into his back. He had been looking for Darkleer! Once he had found his own stocking and the presents inside, he had been very anxious to get everybody else their presents. Darkleer especially. They had looked a long time to get them him stuff. Equius wasn't here so he couldn't really go and give him their shared stuff, but he could give him the thing he got him just from him.]

Mrtyy Kryustna

[Which is what merry christmas sounds like when it is siad with a laugh and muffled by someone's back.]

[aim_exorable]

[Whup! And wow there is most certainly a certain clown hugging him from behind. There may or may not be a small gust of air coming from Darkleer which could be possibly interpreted as a soft chuckle, but he'll admit nothing. It's a good thing the bird is in the air right now- she wouldn't appreciate the sudden appearance.]

Hello to you as well, Sir Makara.

[With a bit of stretching, he manages to play his hand on Gamzee's head.]

[faygot]

Just call me Gamzee.

[Gosh, Darkleer, why can't you just learn Gamzee is certainly no sir. Just calling him Gamzee is much more simple, okay?

He leans into the touch, before he lets go so he can duck around Darkleer, looking up at him.]

What did you fuckin' get?

[aim_exorable]

[Because that goes against everything in his head. Also, Sir Makara just sounds better than Sir Gamzee and listen give him some time here.]

[Politely skipping over that request-slash-order, Darkleer raises his arm again and gives a sharp whistle. The white shape wheeling about in the sky takes a sharp dive and soon enough, a bird lusus is digging her sharp talons into his armor. Her wings are long and beat hard as she slows down, and then she's just staring quietly down at Gamzee.]

She is an old friend.

[faygot]

Woah. Didn't know you had friends!

[that was... not meant as cruel as it might sound. Gamzee was honestly, super impressed and glad for Darkleer. He barely ever talked about his old life so it was hard to imagine what it was like.]

[aim_exorable]

[It's okay, Gamzee, no biggie. Darkleer is fine with having no friends. He is strange like that. Vatheon has probably made him the most social he has ever had to be in a non-constantly-backstabbing setting.]

We have known each other for a very long time. I never expected to see her again.

[Considering. You know. Reasons. As the lusus leans in to nip absently at his hair- such a fussy bird, the opposite of his lusus- Darkleer looks down at Gamzee.]

Did you get something you were pleased with?

[faygot]

Oh. Shit. You gotta fuckin see this.

[He digs into his sylladex in a flash of rainbow colour. He had been so excited earlier that he didn't even think about his miracle mode's whimsical nature on getting things out. It would be fine!

Eventually he withdraws a very colourful book. Or rather a photo album. He holds it up, opening it up to the first few pages. And there are a lot of pictures. Nothing formal. Just every day, silly actions shots of him and Wataru. Separate and together.]

S'pictures. Shit. I don't even all fuckin' know where they go these motherfuckers. We never all took 'em, but see. It's magic.

[aim_exorable]

[Gamzee, your sylladex should have a seizure warning sign. Darkleer briefly considers getting his glasses out again. But then he's focusing on what Gamzee is showing him, and the idea leaves him. Carefully, he takes it all in and nods.]

[On one hand, it's slightly worrying that there are pictures like this. Someone is keeping a much closer eye on them all than they originally thought. On the other hand... At least Gamzee is happy.]

I'm glad for that, then. At least this strange holiday seems to be doing some amount of good. You and Equius cared to participate in it, correct?

[faygot]

[He is so very happy that he has not even considered the fact that they are being watched. He wouldn't even care, because now he has a way of never forgetting Wataru's face.

He wraps his arms around the album, nodding happily.]

Yeah. This shit's cool, you get? Like the fuckin' Eve, except with more peeps involved.

We got you some stuff too.

[aim_exorable]

[...Oh.]

[...They did?]

That is... very generous of you two. Thank you.

[Um. Well, it seems a bit soon, but everything has been going excellently so far with them, so maybe they're ready for it now, so why not?]

I suppose in... spirit of this day, it would be a good opportunity to mention that I have been working on something for you and Equius. If you would care to, I could give yours to you now.

[faygot]

Really?

[Gamzee's eyes widened, staring at Darkleer utterly excited. Man. Tonight is going to be one of those nights Gamzee will sleep really well. This whole day is so full with excitement he will just be exhausted at the end of it.]

[aim_exorable]

Indeed.

[Tensing the awkward tension beginning to set in his shoulders once again, the bird lusus simply gives a soft coo and nudges his hair behind one ear.]

Is that a 'yes' then...?

[faygot]

Hell yeah. I'll up and give you what I got for ya too.

[this is the best holiday. All that mirth in the air. It is wonderful.]

[aim_exorable]

Very well. It's currently up on the surface. I hope this won't be too much of a problem...?

[faygot]

S 'cool.

[He's getting presents! He is not going to complain about where they are. He thinks for a moment, before he digs into his sylladex again --watch the colours- eventually pulling out a sloppily packed package, holding it out to Darkleer.]

Here.