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“It’s not even lit yet, and I didn’t ask if you wanted one.”  The red-head replies, chewing on the end of the cigarette.  There’s a warning in the other’s smile, clearly trying to make a point for him to stop smoking but he shrugs it off.  At least he won’t light it in the common area.  

“I’ll smoke when you’re not around.”

“Do you need a bar attached to the ceiling so you can sleep?”  

It’s only 11 PM but most people are usually settling in for the night since tomorrow it’s back to the field.  The lobby was already devoid of people, save for the few coming back from their own missions.  

“You’ll learn to treasure sleep when you’re older.”  

That’s all he’s going to say. 

A questioning look forms onto his face, and it takes all his self-control to prevent him from saying ‘aren’t they the same thing?’  

Well, he wasn’t going to complain about the idea suggesting to kill Daemon--if she meant it figuratively or literally there would be no complaints from him.  What concerned him was the words came from sweet Elena, and not some disgruntled follower.  

He shouldn’t agree...right?  

Surprise flits onto his expression as he feels a feathery kiss on his lips.  As the countdown ended, he can hear the cheers and celebratory noises that accompanied the new year–but it all seems to become muffled as he hears the princess’ words.  He didn’t care much for holidays, but maybe this one can be his favorite holiday if both could be open for just a few seconds.  

He stares at the princess’ red cheeks, and her embarrassed expression.  The knight almost wants to poke fun at her, but instead he tilts his head as a short chuckle passes through him.  

Maybe just this time he’ll allow himself to enjoy the moment.  

He wraps an arm around her, pulling her smaller frame towards him as he studies her reddening cheeks.  A mischievous glint lights up in his red gaze before he leans down and gives the same light, feathery peck onto her lips.  A smile pulls at his lips as he gazes down at the princess.  

He grunts quietly at the woman’s words, a small smile forming.  His arms return her hug loosely and his head leans on the blonde’s head in reply.  He can smell the sweet scent of eggnog on her breath, and some alcohol.  He had seen snow slowly falling earlier through the window--maybe it was time for him to enjoy it instead of sitting in his office.  

“...It doesn’t need to be Christmas.  You spread cheer everyday, Elena.”  His voice is soft, and he places a chaste kiss to the woman’s forehead.  

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        Miyuki’s face drops as she watches the older male’s reaction. She hadn’t tried to sound serious, nor did she expect him out of all people to take her seriously. She knows that his brief glance is casted to where Ookurikara and Mitsutada sat, and it makes her want to bury herself in the ground.

        “It was a joke, G-san.” she states flatly, suddenly feeling rather awkward and uncomfortable with the conversation. She looks down at her large bracelet, gazing at it with a hesitant expression on her face.

        “He scares everyone, and I’m not date-quality.” Besides, their current situation wasn’t really one that gave her the opportunity to think about that kind of stuff. Not that many people besides her teammates wanted to go near her anyway—her reputation had a way of repelling strangers away, after all.

Well, that joke went over his head.  

There was some truth to it though, if he instinctively looked over to the “he” in question.  Unless it was one of other friends he’d seen her hang around with in passing...but her teammate was the most intimidating out of the God Eaters present in the base.  

He chews the end of his unlit cigarette as he tries to find a way to remove the awkwardness they(he) caused.  He really had to get out and talk to people more, instead of just watching what happened around the den.  

“I think some others would disagree with the date-quality thing.  You’re popular around the base, right?”  

He only realizes after the words come out that probably made the situation even more awkward which makes him frown.  

“...You’ll be fine in a relationship.”   

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1. go apple picking vs. go on a hayride 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. halloweentown 14. go hiking vs. sleep in 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

Sounds suspicious.  Did she make two of the same gun types again?  Or did she end up going to the infirmary for being careless?  There’s more questions that pop into his head at her vague comment, so he decides to just ask to get it over with.  

“Kaede, what did you do?” 

A frown sits on his features and a sigh escapes.  Ever the workaholic, but he was the same so he can’t really judge.  It’s almost natural to see him in the common room early in the morning with a cup of coffee doing reports or on the terminal, looking at guns for his arc.  

“People would prefer someone who’s well-rested taking care of them instead of someone who’s ‘high’ on tea.”  

His reply is bored, but the frown on his face can tell the other of what he thought.  

“Get to bed.  It’ll be another busy day soon.” 

He blinks in surprise at the new-type’s declaration before glancing over to where her teammate sat, arms crossed as her captain chattered away.  As usual, he had a sour look on his face and he can see why some rookies expressed their fear when the man walked into the main hub of the den.  

He doesn’t quite know what to say in reply to her statement, since it wasn’t any of his business of who she dated, and who seemed to have feelings for her–it all seemed kind of troublesome and was something he’d choose to watch from afar instead.  

“Because he wants to date you, or…?”  G. finally replies after a few seconds with his gaze going back to the girl.  

“Is that how young people flirt these days?”