[He's not really a holidays sort of person. His family isn't Christian so Christmas is just a couples' holiday - but he's part of a couple now, isn't he? He's not sure how to celebrate or what to get Falco, and that worry has been in the back of his mind.]
[Eventually he settles on something, though he hasn't wrapped it up yet. It's in a bag to the side of his room, and he's a little startled when Falco comes in. He'd been thinking, even if he could feel the other coming closer. He's fine, though - he heads out of his room and down the stairs, mostly without pain. He's gotten the stitches removed and proper stitching done at the Lumenarium. He's able to be mobile now, as long as he doesn't break the stitches.]
[He heads over to the other and puts a hand on his arm, looking at the collection of things he's brought. Ah - ah, yes. He nods and brings the other over to the kitchen table so they can work while he makes some simple sandwiches for them. Bread, a little bit of mushroom, some other greens that they still have in stock - it's a salad sandwich, but it's a way to make sure that Falco's eating right. He finishes busying himself and puts the plate down in front of Falco as he sits down next to the other.]
[ doki. that is the only thing that needs to be said. skip-skip-skip went his heart from the moment he saw jun stepping down stair to the second the weight of his hand is placed on his arm. feeling his face get mildly warm as is, falco sports a lime-hued smile as he patted the flap of his messenger bag with one hand, then extended a mutual greeting with his other, something simple and too pure— a pinch of his fingers against the fabric of his sleeve to keep him there. ]
Mhm— [ the too-stretched feeling of his lips kept him from actually speaking for a moment, but it comes once they split to show his teeth. even as he follows, the blond hasn't stopped clinging with his finger pinch onto jun's shirt until they get to the kitchen and a good place to sit. now he needs both hands to pull his bag's strap over his head and onto the chair behind him. ] It's a fun holiday, and I get to spend it with you.
[He doesn't break away until they get to the kitchen and makes sure Falco is settled. Preparing food is at least quick, and he looks over the other's bag curiously.]
I don't really know how they celebrate things here. ... Or in your world, for that matter. I know this season's supposed to be more of a... ah. Romantic one. At least where I'm from.
[Despite the Cold War, American influence has crept in. He has no real opinions on it other than thinking most of it is stupid.]
[ his bag is so big and so heavy. the bulk of it is kept over falco's lap, in which he encircles an arm over. he's secretly making sure jun doesn't look inside, but. you know?! he's just really excited about this part of the deal. romantic. falco knows it's a familial time in most places where family takes priority, but, yes— it could be romantic, too. with that, he has no qualms. ]
I brought some materials to make Winter Mourning wreathes. Do you know what those are?
[ said near immediately, and even though he’s smiling so stupidly, his arm is still around the bag. thinking he might as well pull out the craft portion of what’s in it, falco flips open the bag’s slip just enough to pull out what he knew was already there. no need to expose everything! ]
Thanks for the sandwich.
[ as he puts down: two antler pieces, and three different paper bags on the tabletop. ]
You're wel... come... oh. Those things. I've seen them around.
[He's been walking around a bit, after all. And it's not like he's totally uninformed, just underinformed. Which may be worse, now that he thinks about it.]
Alright, [ right— yeah. now with just one (two, technically) more things left in his bag, falco picks up the sandwich and takes a chunk. he didn’t have a grand apetite, but now he’s a little more into the idea of eating. besides that— he’s sliding a wrapped up, colorful little paper bag to jun’s side of the table. ] mhm.
[ his time has come. innocently enough, falco only replies back after a significant few moments of chewing. the little red string wrapped around it may just be enough of a giveaway, but just to create more suspense: ]
[ he’s feeling cheeky with that mouthful smile he’s wearing despite the nudge. yes, he is enjoying this. what he enjoys most is the unwrapping, which will soon reveal iced sugar cookies of varying shapes and designs meant to be holiday-esque.
meant, because falco wasn’t a master icing wielder. ]
[ falco’s thing is gift giving, not actually expecting to receive anything in turn, so when he does, eyes quietly following the other up and down the stairs— he gets a wooly scarf held out to him. he likes the colors, rubbing the wool between his fingers for that warm feel. even as he speaks there is a soft, palpable surprise to his voice, almost like a gasp. ]
You . . . Picked this out for me?
[ hold on. he definitely has to wrap his neck up now! ]
[Falco it's already warm in here - okay. He lets the protest die in his throat and just nods.]
I thought you might like it. It's... really cold, and you never know where you'll end up in Trench, so I just thought... it might be helpful. I want you to be safe and warm and happy.
[ he still must! he needs to see how it feels! and wool has warmth to it indeed. he has all of it wrapped enough to cover half his face, and he hooks two fingers to pull them down and reveal the much growing smile there coming from the earlier surprise. ]
I feel safe. It’s warm— and I’m so happy.
[ he must take the other’s hand with both his, now, turning his body to face him in their seats. fingers pluck at fingers and curl where they can, and through it, falco has reached his highest flushed hue of green. ]
[ aaaAAAHHHH HE IS GOING TO EXPLODE. he can’t take that with a straight, hidden face any longer! in fact, he gets so fuzzy and flustered in the good kind of way that—
[ he's pine-tree green at this point. and all this angry sort of fluster is all a mock, he's not actually upset, which shines in the way he's trying to hide a more bashful grin behind another playful stuff of the other's face. ]
Maybe you won't be able to say anything more if I put stick enough in—
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[Eventually he settles on something, though he hasn't wrapped it up yet. It's in a bag to the side of his room, and he's a little startled when Falco comes in. He'd been thinking, even if he could feel the other coming closer. He's fine, though - he heads out of his room and down the stairs, mostly without pain. He's gotten the stitches removed and proper stitching done at the Lumenarium. He's able to be mobile now, as long as he doesn't break the stitches.]
[He heads over to the other and puts a hand on his arm, looking at the collection of things he's brought. Ah - ah, yes. He nods and brings the other over to the kitchen table so they can work while he makes some simple sandwiches for them. Bread, a little bit of mushroom, some other greens that they still have in stock - it's a salad sandwich, but it's a way to make sure that Falco's eating right. He finishes busying himself and puts the plate down in front of Falco as he sits down next to the other.]
Mm. You've been busy.
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Mhm— [ the too-stretched feeling of his lips kept him from actually speaking for a moment, but it comes once they split to show his teeth. even as he follows, the blond hasn't stopped clinging with his finger pinch onto jun's shirt until they get to the kitchen and a good place to sit. now he needs both hands to pull his bag's strap over his head and onto the chair behind him. ] It's a fun holiday, and I get to spend it with you.
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I don't really know how they celebrate things here. ... Or in your world, for that matter. I know this season's supposed to be more of a... ah. Romantic one. At least where I'm from.
[Despite the Cold War, American influence has crept in. He has no real opinions on it other than thinking most of it is stupid.]
What are we going to do?
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I brought some materials to make Winter Mourning wreathes. Do you know what those are?
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[He takes a bite of his sandwich. He's hungry, so he might as well eat. And then maybe Falco will eat, and Jun will stop fussing a little bit.]
Are you sure you don't need a hand over there? It looks kind of unwieldy.
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[ said near immediately, and even though he’s smiling so stupidly, his arm is still around the bag. thinking he might as well pull out the craft portion of what’s in it, falco flips open the bag’s slip just enough to pull out what he knew was already there. no need to expose everything! ]
Thanks for the sandwich.
[ as he puts down: two antler pieces, and three different paper bags on the tabletop. ]
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[He's been walking around a bit, after all. And it's not like he's totally uninformed, just underinformed. Which may be worse, now that he thinks about it.]
We can start in on that after you eat.
[Don't think he hasn't noticed, Falco!]
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... What's this?
[Is this a present because it's fucking cute...]
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A bag.
[ ☺️ ]
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Smartass.
[Okay so. He carefully unties the string and starts to look inside the bag.]
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meant, because falco wasn’t a master icing wielder. ]
I promise they taste better than they look.
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I'll be right back.
[He gets up and heads upstairs, coming down quickly with a bundle of fabric in his hands.]
I... um. Didn't get time to wrap it, but...
[He hands it over to Falco - it's a scarf, made of thick yarn in tan with blue and green ends. He thought maybe the other might like the colors?]
I hope... I hope it helps.
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You . . . Picked this out for me?
[ hold on. he definitely has to wrap his neck up now! ]
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I thought you might like it. It's... really cold, and you never know where you'll end up in Trench, so I just thought... it might be helpful. I want you to be safe and warm and happy.
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I feel safe. It’s warm— and I’m so happy.
[ he must take the other’s hand with both his, now, turning his body to face him in their seats. fingers pluck at fingers and curl where they can, and through it, falco has reached his highest flushed hue of green. ]
—How do I look?
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[He blushes a bit, ducking his head slightly.]
You look good, but you always look good, Falco. You're... really cute...
[He's more mumbling into the table at this point but it's fine! Totally fine!]
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it’s a good thing!! he has a scarf! so he could bury the rest of his face in it, scrunching the fabric up to hide up to his eyes in wool. ]
Th-thank you— f-for the scarf, that is— I think . . . You’re cute, too.
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[He did not anticipate that response. His cheeks go red and he ducks his chin into his chest.]
I... you're... you're welcome. And I'm not... I'm not that cute, I'm just... a plain-looking guy. But you just look so lovable...
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he ends up shoving a cookie into jun’s mouth. ]
We’ll see who’s cuter—
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Fafoooo!
[Why do you do this? He chews a little more and swallows.]
... This is really good. You can bake, too? ... You're even more cute.
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[ he's pine-tree green at this point. and all this angry sort of fluster is all a mock, he's not actually upset, which shines in the way he's trying to hide a more bashful grin behind another playful stuff of the other's face. ]
Maybe you won't be able to say anything more if I put stick enough in—