[Their encounter at House Finch is not far from his mind, even days later — so it seems appropriate to reach out, to communicate, especially given the behavior he'd demonstrated so far outside his usual... well, more reticent state. It was a side of himself he hadn't shown this man before.]
Tseng. Do you have a moment?
Tseng. Do you have a moment?
[ she's cut down numerous criminals, fought all manner of creatures, and saved her nation from nearly getting submerged entirely and yet, when it comes to sending him a text about something so innocuous, she finds herself staring at the text box for longer than she should.
this is stupid. anyway. ]
The dinner you made last time, that was your favorite dish to make, but is it your favorite to eat?
this is stupid. anyway. ]
The dinner you made last time, that was your favorite dish to make, but is it your favorite to eat?
[Pink and white aren't really Tseng's colors. They are, however, the hues of the gift bag that mysteriously appears next to the coffee machine in Tseng's suite sometime in the middle of the night between the evening of October 7th and the morning of October 8th. One would have to get up pretty early in the morning to beat Tseng awake, after all, and when you're more of a night owl yourself, sometimes it's just easier to circumvent the whole "morning person" business entirely and just get it done the wholeass night before. It's not as though there are perishables inside it, after all.
But it is, in fact, a cheery pink gift bag stuffed with tissue paper and tied off with a white ribbon, with a number of items individually wrapped in more tissue paper nestled inside: a small number of understated silver barrettes with a clasp sturdy enough to hold a fairly thick mane of hair back, as well as three dark metal hairpins polished to shine with varying colours of resin: one dark blue, one dark green, and one pearly white.
The card is propped up against the side of the bag, easily spotted and clearly labeled with Tseng's name in Rufus's handwriting, lest he notice its sudden appearance and immediately assume it's a bomb or something. Inside the card is a one-line message, as understated as the rest of the packaging isn't:
Six months late is better than never.
Rufus is the one whose birthday has never really been his own, and thus the one for whom it means something in particular to hear it specifically recognized. Tseng, he knows, is largely the opposite — and so he offers the confirmation of having remembered without calling attention to what it is he is remembering, and leaves it for Tseng to do with as he pleases.
He is, almost certainly, asleep in the guest room — his room — of Tseng's suite right now. Slumber makes a sweet reward for what he'd fallen asleep hoping was a job well done.]
But it is, in fact, a cheery pink gift bag stuffed with tissue paper and tied off with a white ribbon, with a number of items individually wrapped in more tissue paper nestled inside: a small number of understated silver barrettes with a clasp sturdy enough to hold a fairly thick mane of hair back, as well as three dark metal hairpins polished to shine with varying colours of resin: one dark blue, one dark green, and one pearly white.
The card is propped up against the side of the bag, easily spotted and clearly labeled with Tseng's name in Rufus's handwriting, lest he notice its sudden appearance and immediately assume it's a bomb or something. Inside the card is a one-line message, as understated as the rest of the packaging isn't:
Six months late is better than never.
Rufus is the one whose birthday has never really been his own, and thus the one for whom it means something in particular to hear it specifically recognized. Tseng, he knows, is largely the opposite — and so he offers the confirmation of having remembered without calling attention to what it is he is remembering, and leaves it for Tseng to do with as he pleases.
He is, almost certainly, asleep in the guest room — his room — of Tseng's suite right now. Slumber makes a sweet reward for what he'd fallen asleep hoping was a job well done.]
You free?
[ The message is to the point enough, she thinks, but just in case it goes over his head she'll attach a shot of herself in the mirror, turned around so he can enjoy the full curve of her ass and the sheer indigo lace panties that cover it in the barest sense of the word. ]
[ The message is to the point enough, she thinks, but just in case it goes over his head she'll attach a shot of herself in the mirror, turned around so he can enjoy the full curve of her ass and the sheer indigo lace panties that cover it in the barest sense of the word. ]
[ on christmas morning, a staff of the hotel will deliver a small package to tseng before he leaves his suite. there's a tag attached to the ribbon that reads joyeux noël, tseng. - clorinde, but otherwise looks fairly plain.
inside he will find a tea pet. ]
inside he will find a tea pet. ]
[Tohsaka didn't invite Tseng to her little Holiday party if only because her band of company is... Rowdy, unpleasant, and not quite the insight to her she'd like him to have. Instead he'll receive a small individually sized Christmas Cake just for him. Christmas Eve is a couple's holiday, and New Year's for family. However she wishes to take this time to recognize how long she's been here, and... acknowledge those who are helping her survive in this insanity.
The small one-person-sized cake is actually a bit different from the traditional sponge cake. Instead it's a decadent pound cake with lightly almond flavored (hand whipped) cream and sliced strawberries that range from simple half-slices to carved into the illusion of roses.
A note lies with it: A thank you for your time and effort. —Tohsaka ]
The small one-person-sized cake is actually a bit different from the traditional sponge cake. Instead it's a decadent pound cake with lightly almond flavored (hand whipped) cream and sliced strawberries that range from simple half-slices to carved into the illusion of roses.
A note lies with it: A thank you for your time and effort. —Tohsaka ]
['Twas the night before Christmas
And in the Jack Suite,
The environs were still —
Save for one set of feet
Which set off for the kitchen
With nary a care;
After all, who'd suggest
Rufus shouldn't be there?
He did not linger long
On the route that he tread;
Just deposited boxes
And went back to bed
Such that when Tseng arose
At the asscrack of day
He would find certain gifts
All arranged on display:
A diminutive tree
Very small, almost cringe;
Decorated with paper stars,
Baubles, and fringe;
Beneath it, two gifts
(Not to leave him aghast):
One aid for the future;
One thought of the past.
And a moment with which
Recognition might steep,
Whilst the culprit dozed on
In his bed, fast asleep.]
And in the Jack Suite,
The environs were still —
Save for one set of feet
Which set off for the kitchen
With nary a care;
After all, who'd suggest
Rufus shouldn't be there?
He did not linger long
On the route that he tread;
Just deposited boxes
And went back to bed
Such that when Tseng arose
At the asscrack of day
He would find certain gifts
All arranged on display:
A diminutive tree
Very small, almost cringe;
Decorated with paper stars,
Baubles, and fringe;
Beneath it, two gifts
(Not to leave him aghast):
One aid for the future;
One thought of the past.
And a moment with which
Recognition might steep,
Whilst the culprit dozed on
In his bed, fast asleep.]
Delivery then eventually action, backdated to 12/24 or so
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massochism
2025-01-02 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's an innocuous morning when the package arrives, wrapped neatly in paper less festive than it is wintery—a deep, pine green with scattered patterning of snowflakes. Inside is a vest, alongside a note, the handwriting neat and delicate.]
Tseng,
I hope this finds you well.
Where I'm from, this month is the season of Kleinmas and the Wintertime Ceremony, where we come together with friends and family and pray for a bountiful year. Among the many traditions we hold is the practice of sharing gifts with those dear to us—and so I wanted to show my appreciation for you with this gift. It made me think of you the moment I saw it.
I actually have another gift for you as well, but it's something that I would like to give in person, if you have the time for a visit. Personally, I have the entire day to myself today, but I'm also able to visit most anytime, so please don't feel rushed in responding, or obligated to agree if you're busy.
Olivine
Tseng,
I hope this finds you well.
Where I'm from, this month is the season of Kleinmas and the Wintertime Ceremony, where we come together with friends and family and pray for a bountiful year. Among the many traditions we hold is the practice of sharing gifts with those dear to us—and so I wanted to show my appreciation for you with this gift. It made me think of you the moment I saw it.
I actually have another gift for you as well, but it's something that I would like to give in person, if you have the time for a visit. Personally, I have the entire day to myself today, but I'm also able to visit most anytime, so please don't feel rushed in responding, or obligated to agree if you're busy.
Olivine
Edited (Hello, brain, signing names is important) 2025-01-02 22:16 (UTC)
[ Events of the past couple of months have limited Weiss' movements around the resort, but she's back in business now! She isn't sure which amongst her friends and acquaintances celebrate Christmas, and she isn't too knowledgeable about it to make references all of a sudden, but she'll probably ask Tseng about it later just to see if he does celebrate it. After Hiyori told her about the holiday, she's started to shop for presents for friends!
That said, she isn't done yet, mostly because she's still recovering her funds. Her doppelgänger unfortunately drained her account after buying expensive jewellery.
This little "date" is at least part of her budget, so Tseng won't have to worry about Weiss mooching off of him. They can discuss food and expenses later on though, since they do have their workout first. ]
This is a little heavier than what I'm used to, but I guess it'll be good practice since I haven't used a sword in some time.
[ Referring to the steel sword she's swinging around. It feels good to be a royal again, because it means she can enter the gym any time she wants and ask for just about anything. ]
I'm all warmed up. What rules do we put in place for this? Nothing below the waist or above the chin?
That said, she isn't done yet, mostly because she's still recovering her funds. Her doppelgänger unfortunately drained her account after buying expensive jewellery.
This little "date" is at least part of her budget, so Tseng won't have to worry about Weiss mooching off of him. They can discuss food and expenses later on though, since they do have their workout first. ]
This is a little heavier than what I'm used to, but I guess it'll be good practice since I haven't used a sword in some time.
[ Referring to the steel sword she's swinging around. It feels good to be a royal again, because it means she can enter the gym any time she wants and ask for just about anything. ]
I'm all warmed up. What rules do we put in place for this? Nothing below the waist or above the chin?
I have some questions.
[fucking damn it rufus. to his credit, though, he's still got that "okay" from several months back living rent-free in his head, and one can almost hear the gold-plated hamster wheel spinning in his thoughts before a second text miraculously follows the first.]
If you've got a bit for a chat.
[fucking damn it rufus. to his credit, though, he's still got that "okay" from several months back living rent-free in his head, and one can almost hear the gold-plated hamster wheel spinning in his thoughts before a second text miraculously follows the first.]
If you've got a bit for a chat.
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