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There is no note, but a pink flower symbol sits on the front.

The door to his city-assigned townhome opening, Cross, lethargy weighing his legs, took belabored steps through the entrance to begin his work for the day. His mind overcast with indistinct thoughts, the giftbasket nearly slipped under his periphery if not for the splash of pink shining a beacon of color thought his mind's fog. Stopping, he stared down at it, hesitating for a moment before crouching down to inspect the basket.

「Coffee?」

Gingerly, he cupped the basket in both hands and stood up, the wrapping crinkling lightly beneath his palms as he tilted it at various angles. He found no note or explanation, but the innocent, gentle hue of the flower symbol reminded him of the pinks in the Valentine's display he had seen. His thoughts connecting, he recalled Yuuji's words about the holiday: that it was a time for giving the people one admires and appreciates gifts.

Cross glanced around but found nobody in sight, and so his eyes dropped again to the gift. Within his chest, a small hope budded in his heart, and he smiled lightly.

they had their training, they had their match; even if it was late by the time they were done, it was time to eat. and the locale gordie had taken her was almost empty, lights dim. either they were used to being the last place open, either they kept the lights on for him. she also knows why it was, all things considered, a good time: less people to see him. less people to bother him. less people to perform for. "you oughta relax," strelitzia plays with the last few beans on her plate, one of the only vegetarian dishes at bob's your uncle. "not sayin' you don't look tense now, but— well, actually, you always look kinda tense." "ever thought of lettin' loose, once in a while?" might do him some good.

" Well you do sound sure of yourself, don' you? "

He couldn't be anymore relaxed actually. This was his favorite place in Circhester next to the gym grounds. The owner even keeps the lights on longer for him. Probably the few people who knows his training schedule by heart. Gordie comes in right after for his settle-down dinner before trotting on home.

Usually it was just him and the owner catching up for an hour. Strelitzia is...here? For some reason?

@pinkstripeynope

“I thought ya didn’t have a nose.”

He had to admit, though, it was kind of comical, watching the spider writhe from accidentally hitting his face against the door.

@darkest-dungeons​ asked :  ooc; ... ready? your big boy is about to get /spanked/.

‘ oh! ’ he’s surprised by the gesture to say the least. up until about a half second ago, he hadn’t taken the blue lions’ leader as one to openly express this sort of affection. in truth, he did harbor something soft for the guy, which often surfaced in teasing and- yes- some flirting, but to know that such sentiments were returned is something entirely different. staggeringly different. 

speechless isn’t a trait virtually anyone would associate with claude von riegan, and yet he’s managed to be rendered such. his mouth opens, then closes once more as his brain begins catching up with the sensation of lips against his cheek. he can only stare as the blond pulls away from him.

he decides, then, that he hates the vulnerable uncertainty (the hurt, even) that crosses the dimitri’s expression. no, that won’t do. not at all. he finally shakes himself out of his stupor to move. he reaches outwards to take his face in his hands, leaning ever-so-slightly upwards in order to kiss him proper.

   “ merry christmas, astro! ”  neo couldn’t help but smile as he was offered a gift, and he took the box, opening it carefully. as he drew the jacket from it, his eyes lit up in genuine glee, and he untied the one around his waist in favour of slipping the new pink one onto his torso. he turned, spinning slightly, and beamed in sheer delight.   “ astro! i love it! ” 

   he picked up the new bracelets, admiring them for a second, and slipped them on, joining the two already on his wrist. with tat done, he carefully slipped the clips into his hair, and gestured out with his arms, grinning. “what do you think?” 

  that being said, he also had a gift for astro, other than the winter bouquet he had grown and arranged for him. he pulled out a box of his own, offering it to his brother, smiling hopefully. inside was a few boxes of tea - cotton candy, caramel shortbread and birthday cake flavoured. there was a new set of earphones which were a soft pink and mint green color, and came in a case shaped like a macaron. there were a few new friendship bracelets of his own, and a bunch of star and planet themed candy.