I feel like Saint Nicholas is pulling my leg

[cloistre]

[So. THE DAY HAS FINALLY ARRIVED, LONDON. It is Christmas. A light snow falls upon the city, and even the Old Ones seem quiet and non-existent against the hustle and bustle of people giving gifts or doing emergency shopping despite the chances that literally nothing is actually open right now.

But that's probably just wishful thinking. You could pretend, if you tried hard enough.

What are you doing?]

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[capslockbomber]

[The first part gets a smirk which is entirely genuine, but for a split second, stirs a sharp fear. A deep and primal one.

For once it's all in his head, because he shrugs at the suggestion.]

I'd take you up on it, but I don't think I have the funds. Plus my bed's taken by a lazy piece of shit.

[leviathaned]

[And a deep part of him stirs, spiteful and defiant in response but no, no, squash that none of that no no no. Any flickering of bright blue light in Sei's eyes is a trick of imagination and oh, hell, he can't ask Will for help controlling his...himselfness. Fuck.]

Beds aren't required, but I'm afraid I can't do anything about the first part. Still...

[He digs in his pocket, and pulls out...a chocolate orange?] I'm afraid I'm kind of new at this 'Christmas' thing, so take this in place of an IOU.

[capslockbomber]

[Contrary to everyone else Sei has spoken to, there is no reaction here to indicate he felt that. Perfectly oblivious and no sixth sense here WHATSOEVER!]

No worries, man. The life of poverty just means I hold life's smaller gifts sacred! Or whatever shit religious nuts are s'posed to spout about that kinda thing.

[Though the chocolate orange does get a raised eyebrow though. And maybe mild awkward.] Can I give an IOU in response? All I have is my drink and I'll knock you out if you try to take it.

[leviathaned]

It's fine, I kind of did this on impulse so I can't expect you to be ready in return.

[Awwwkwardly shuffling.] To be honest, religious nuts are no, poverty is rather unpleasant and I would recommend against it.

[capslockbomber]

Alright, yeah, I'll figure out... something.

[He is terrible at presents what do you even get someone that's in his price range shit-- waving a hand dismissively at the second part though.] I have a roof, crappy one-room as it is, but I'm happy with it.

[leviathaned]

That's something, then.

[Yep let's stand here and be awkward together what is supposed to happen now he doesn't really want to hug you um.]

[capslockbomber]

[He shrugs as a response and huddles around his coffee a bit further. Only speaking again after downing half of it.]

Don't you have anywhere to be today?

[leviathaned]

Just one other place. Am I not allowed to check up on people I like?

[capslockbomber]

I met you once. How the hell does that qualify enough to like a person?

[This now the moment you realize he's the type of person who gets cranky in cold weather.]

[leviathaned]

Met you once and you were friendly, empathetic, and generally not trying to murder me. I'm not that hard to please.

You sound cold.

[capslockbomber]

How do you know I'm not one of those sociopaths that's really good at faking people out?

[... Wait. ...... Waaait. ......... Nope, can't picture it.]

And my gift to the asshole is not to ruin his sleep. So I'm out here until... Fuck if I know. Whenever he decides to grace all us lesser beings with his almighty bedhair.