[Gwendolen immediately leaps out of her bed upon hearing the noises outside and peeks out the window. Could it be...? She is still a child and very excited about it. She lets out a gasp when she hears the knock and runs down to the door, pulling on her dressing gown. A bit nervously, she opens the door] ...St Nicholas?
Good winter, child. [The old man twinkles down at her, not answering to the name but instead presenting a box, air holes to allow whatever is within to breathe. It occasionally moves in his hands, as though whatever is inside is eager to get out.] Here. A gift, for you.
[He is inside, petting a small white ball of fur. It was a teeny dog, just bigger than his hands could cup. She was shivering with cold and excitement. She was licking Barclay's hand as he pet her. There was a wide grin on his face as he snuggled the pup. This was a great Christmas gift but... who brought her?]
[He's waking up...a very happy Francis~ Barclay made sure to take good great excellent care of him last night, so when he headed for the living room the next morning, he was practically glowing
And then there was his Barclay loving on a little ball of fluff, and Francis had to restrain himself from making little noises to tell Barclay how cute he was being.]
[Feliciano is curled up on the couch under a thick blanket, trying very hard to keep himself from being morose by drawing and singing Christmas songs. It's an utter failure. You can't celebrate Christmas very well on your own. He sighs poutily and wishes he had listened to Mister Austria.
He perks up as someone knocks loudly on the door. Feli gets himself all tangled up in the blankets and more stumbles than runs to the door. He throws open the door, yelling Lovino's name, but is met by nothing but thin, cold air. Feliciano's face falls in disappointment, he turns around to get back inside.
A whine makes him pause. Feli lowers his eyes to the ground. These eyes widen as they catch sight of a bundle. Black eyes are framed by a face with wolf-like markings, a black nose and fluffy rounded ears.] A puppy!
[Naoki thought he heard something--some crunching of snow under feet, but when he went to investigate later in the morning, he frowns in bewilderment to see no-one. He's about to turn and go inside when he sees the box, laying sideways in the snow.
Approaching it, he leans down and-- The cover of it explodes up and off, a dog-like creature flying up and out of it, cranky indeed. A grin splits over Naoki's face, eyes lighting up.] Inugami! [The demon pauses, ears twitching, then turns its head toward him. With an excited exclamation of its own, it weaves through the air and around the demi-fiend, who greets it with hearty pats to a white-furred body or a black head.]
[Christmas morning, Gilbert is seeing to getting breakfast going. He hears Naoki go outside, and there's curiosity popping up in him. He pops the tray of muffins in the oven and heads out towards the door to see what's going on.
Poking his head out into the chill air, Gilbert blinks when he catches sight of the little thing flitting in the air around Naoki. Ah. He blinks.] Found a friend, love?
[Naoki turns as he hears Gilbert, brightening as he sees him. Inugami growl-whines, moving around him in weaving and loops, nudging his head to Naoki's back, wanting attention, nipping at his elbow.] Oi, oi, calm down, Inugami--
[He directs his attention to Gilbert, placing a hand on the demon's head to placate it as he grins widely.] This is Inugami. He's one of my demons who helped me from home.
[Gilbert blinks again, though a smile is beginning on his face.] Inugami. [He repeats before nodding.] He looks happy to see you. [A pause.] You look happy to see him too.
[Gavin sits in his wheelchair nearby the library, a blanket wrapped around his back and a folded blanket placed over his legs and lap to keep him warm. Tiki lays in his lap underneath the blanket, her head resting on top of it.
In Gavin's fingerless-gloved hands he holds a very worn book that his sister had given him twenty Christmases ago. Jane Eyre. Not exactly a book most would expect a man to read, let alone enjoy, but Gavin enjoys it very much. He enjoys it just as much as his copy of Catcher in the Rye that has long since fallen apart and is held together by rubber bands when he isn't reading it.
Turning a page of his book, he ponders what he should do for lunch, as he craves something more than stew. Someone else's cooking, though he isn't sure if he's craving the cooking of someone from back home, or just someone other than himself.
In his lap the communicator lies open, as he's gotten in the habit of doing.]
[The jingling of bells grows louder, along with the stamping of hooves. There's a sonorous "whoa, whoa" and the sleigh gently slows to a stop outside of the library and close to the young man there. The old man heaves himself with a creaking of old joins from his perch, balanced on his cane.
The other hand holds a colourfully wrapped package and, slowly but surely, he closes the distance between himself and Gavin. The reindeer are left to paw at the ground, snorting.]
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She lets out a gasp when she hears the knock and runs down to the door, pulling on her dressing gown. A bit nervously, she opens the door]
...St Nicholas?
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And then there was his Barclay loving on a little ball of fluff, and Francis had to restrain himself from making little noises to tell Barclay how cute he was being.]
Bonjour, Ecosse~ What 'ave you got zere?
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Good morning to you too, she's perfect. How'd you find her?
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[He walked over to sit on the arm of the chair, and examine ze leetle fluff ball.]
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He perks up as someone knocks loudly on the door. Feli gets himself all tangled up in the blankets and more stumbles than runs to the door. He throws open the door, yelling Lovino's name, but is met by nothing but thin, cold air. Feliciano's face falls in disappointment, he turns around to get back inside.
A whine makes him pause. Feli lowers his eyes to the ground. These eyes widen as they catch sight of a bundle. Black eyes are framed by a face with wolf-like markings, a black nose and fluffy rounded ears.] A puppy!
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Approaching it, he leans down and-- The cover of it explodes up and off, a dog-like creature flying up and out of it, cranky indeed. A grin splits over Naoki's face, eyes lighting up.] Inugami! [The demon pauses, ears twitching, then turns its head toward him. With an excited exclamation of its own, it weaves through the air and around the demi-fiend, who greets it with hearty pats to a white-furred body or a black head.]
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Poking his head out into the chill air, Gilbert blinks when he catches sight of the little thing flitting in the air around Naoki. Ah. He blinks.] Found a friend, love?
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[He directs his attention to Gilbert, placing a hand on the demon's head to placate it as he grins widely.] This is Inugami. He's one of my demons who helped me from home.
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Why don't you bring him inside?
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In Gavin's fingerless-gloved hands he holds a very worn book that his sister had given him twenty Christmases ago. Jane Eyre. Not exactly a book most would expect a man to read, let alone enjoy, but Gavin enjoys it very much. He enjoys it just as much as his copy of Catcher in the Rye that has long since fallen apart and is held together by rubber bands when he isn't reading it.
Turning a page of his book, he ponders what he should do for lunch, as he craves something more than stew. Someone else's cooking, though he isn't sure if he's craving the cooking of someone from back home, or just someone other than himself.
In his lap the communicator lies open, as he's gotten in the habit of doing.]
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The other hand holds a colourfully wrapped package and, slowly but surely, he closes the distance between himself and Gavin. The reindeer are left to paw at the ground, snorting.]
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