You'll shoot your eye out, kid.

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Who: atrumcanis! revengeisbitter! This could be a Disney movie!
When: Sunday January 9
Where: the super secret firehouse
Summary: Well, it's nearly two weeks into January, but there was one present left behind the everlasting Christmas tree....
Warnings: Sarcasm! Late Christmas gifts! More sarcasm!

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[revengeisbitter]

Nothing had changed.

The days had melted, dripped and blurred together into a puddle at Sasuke's feet, no longer distinguishable from one another, and he supposed at some point the holidays had come and gone. They seemed to have meant a great deal more in this world than the one he was from, but it made no difference to him. The vague memories of childhood festivities were there, certainly, but were easy enough to smother in flashing steel and splattered blood.

He'd spent a few hours cutting down monsters before finally heading to the flat Jack and Sirius shared, slightly scuffled and bloodied with his sword at his hip. He was only going there to eat, he told himself-- Certainly not to meet that imbecilic roommate of Jack's, or to accept that equally imbecilic gift from his undoubtedly imbecilic hands.

Right.

He entered in the usual manner--without knocking, via window--and set his sword against the wall as he immediately wandered toward the kitchen for some food.

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Sirius yawned, scratching the corner of his mouth. That sound was nearly familiar by now--someone coming in through the window. It had been more than disconcerting, at first, as they were protected by spells and passwords. But Jack had told the prat the password, so he was allowed.

And he was already making for the kitchen. Typical.

"I didn't leave it in there," he said, raising his voice just slightly. He fell to the page of his essay again, adding an extra set of eyes on that face. "And if you touch even the paper wrapped around my sandwich in there, I will put your toes on backwards or something, really give you what for. You wouldn't like it, anyway, it isn't bitter enough for you."

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Sasuke turned slightly, raising an eyebrow; was Sirius actually threatening him? That was frankly amusing, on a base level, but he didn't comment upon it, helping himself to an apple and wandering over to where the other boy was presumably working on schoolwork.

As usual, Sirius was smirking, having the look of someone who was eternally enjoying the punch line of a joke that no one else was in on. A half-empty glass of liquor was close by, and the smell was unmistakable--Sasuke's frown deepened.

"Really shooting for excellence there," he remarked.

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Sirius didn't look around immediately. Always leave them waiting, that was a good motto--especially when dealing with potentially arrogant little tits like Sasuke. Always leave them waiting, and deal with them only at the last second. He finished the moustache on his sketch with a flourish and held it away, squinting at it.

"Perfect," he announced, "likely to win awards." And only then did he look up at Sasuke, picking up his glass again and raising it in a toast. "Thanks for noticing, though. I figured one of us has to at least try for excellence, and as you're too busy sulking to have a go at it--well, might as well be me."

And he took a huge sip, more to be irritating than anything else, then set aside the glass once more with a self-satisfied sigh. "Ready for Christmas?"

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He had been, of course, referring to the combination of alcohol and schoolwork, but a closer look proved that Sirius hadn't been doing schoolwork at all. Rolling his eyes, Sasuke found a place to sit, completely negligent of the fact that his bloody clothes would likely stain the furniture.

"It's over," he replied shortly, biting away at his apple. Honestly, he wasn't even sure anymore. Just like in Edelweiss, the days weren't separated anymore--just oddly tacked together into a string of formless shapes hanging over his head.

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Sirius rolled his eyes hugely, making a big thing of it. There was very little that he didn't make a big thing of, that much was true--but that didn't make this any less of a significant moment.

"Typical bitter old you," he said, leaning back to consider Sasuke with a skeptical eye. "Did you do anything for Christmas? Get any gifts? More importantly, get any gifts from me? I doubt the former, the middle one seems questionable but possible, and I know that the latter didn't happen. Which makes it an unofficial sort of Christmas. But if you don't care, of course," and he sighed, deeply, putting on an air of muted offense, "really, if you don't care, I'll simply keep your present. It's over there, incidentally, that midsized wrapped box in the corner."

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Sasuke scowled, chewing his apple, choosing not to reply right away. The little jabs and insults were merely surface-level; what bothered him were the assumptions, but he let them roll to the ground with everything else he stepped around.

He peered over at the corner, at the aforementioned gift, eying it with an air of suspicion before reaching over to take it in hand. He didn't open it right away, instead glancing up to give Sirius a searching sort of look.

"You know, if I accept this, you better not hold it over my head later." His words didn't have the sharp edge they normally did; instead, they were quite dull and ineffectual-- Almost harmless. Almost teasing.

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Sirius had taken up his drawing again--there was a bit of moustache that was in need of better shading--but Sasuke's tone got his attention. He looked up, more than a bit startled--quickly pushed that away, of course, because he wasn't about to let this prat have anything over him.

But, still: was he teasing back? An entirely new development, and one not to be missed.

"Oh, yeah," he said with a sneer, leaning over his drawing again, "I'm planning to do just that. Because you have so much that I want." It really wasn't anything anyway, he thought, starting on the shading again. A jacket with a bedazzling hex, enough to draw the eye away from whoever was wearing it; he'd made one for Re-l as well. And it was as good a gift as any for some stupid little tit who skulked about outdoors all the time, he thought, rolling his eyes. At least he wouldn't be seen outright and killed. Jack would be none too [leased about any developments to that end.

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Ignoring Sirius, Sasuke turned his attention to the gift, staring at it a moment longer before slowly unwrapping it. He'd always felt oddly embarrassed when opening gifts, and he wasn't sure why. It just seemed awkward receiving them, now that he was older; as a child, it was simply a matter of tearing off the paper as fast as he could before moving on to the next gift.

Swallowing the lump in his throat that had formed with the sudden onslaught of memories, Sasuke opened the unwrapped box, lifting out a jacket. It was nothing spectacular, but it certainly didn't look cheap, and he bit his lip as he examined it.