[open] FALALALALA-- a holiday post

[starswing]

Lovingly stolen from Cal, for the most part.



HAPPY HOLIDAYS

play with me



PROMPTS-

1. Mistletoe Kisses - for the shipper in all of us

2. Christmas Gift Exchange - IT'S YOUR WHAT IN A BOX

3. Hot drinks and blankets - nothing beats a cuddle huddle

4. Epic Holiday Baking - will the cookies survive this year we just don't know

5. New Year's Kisses - for the new year shipper in all of us

6. Winter Wonderland - good for snowball fights, sledding shenanigans, or ice-skating mishaps

7. Christmas Parties - if you don't do all the cool holiday dances who even are you

8. Decorating for the Holidays - tinsel makes for a good lasso

9. Why is the Eggnog Spiked - no it ALWAYS tasted that funny

10. WILDCARD - have fun, cause mayhem

[ Pick a person and a prompt, or leave a blank comment and I'll make up something. Come at me, bros. ]

Comments

I WILL LET ME LIVE

[sharplydressed]

[SHE BETTER BE because that's enough to immediately make him Way More Awake than he wants to be!! He's always been susceptible to the cold, and it takes like .5 seconds before he's reaching over to try stubbornly smashing the blankets back down into the ground so the gaps are closed. No more cold air, no cold air allowed.]

Looks? Try feels. There's no way I'm getting up now...

[As if neither of them have anything to do... They sure wouldn't if he had anything to say about it, at least, and he winds his arms around Laura as if he could anchor her into their cozy nest for the next twelve hours.]

[arseid]

[ Kashuu please you know your skinny little arms can't hold Laura back--

Normally. But she hesitates instead of immediately fighting off this sword bondage. ]

You do know we can't stay here all morning, Kiyomitsu. Or at least, I can't. I apologize for rousing you, but there should be enough warmth left when I go.

[sharplydressed]

[STOP HE'S DOING HIS BEST HERE he may not be as beefy as Yasusada but he's trying...]

Can't it wait a little? Just a little. No one else is gonna want to get up this early when it's so cold out, anyway...

[arseid]

I'm not entirely sure that's accurate.

[ She can just imagine a tantou horde stampeding outside-- but at least she looks amused?? ]

And shouldn't the Saniwa be the one to set an example for the citadel, if nothing else?

[sharplydressed]

Okay, no one who's normal.

[The tantous aren't!! Neither are the insanely early early-birds like Kousetsu who don't even have a reason to get up at the asscrack of dawn (for reasons like, say, applying 1000 layers of makeup).]

... [He can't argue with that logic, though.] Just pretend you're sick?

[arseid]

You and I both know I can't be dishonest.

[ Kashuu, come on now. This is your weirdo of a master we're talking about. ]

[sharplydressed]

Then let me tell them you're sick.

[AS IF IT'S THAT EASY but a cold sword can dream.]

[arseid]

You'd have to get out of bed yourself, wouldn't you?

[ So he'd have to get nice and cold all over again-- ]

[sharplydressed]

No, no. [WAVING A HAND.] I'd tell them after. Or in like, five minutes when Hasebe stops by to make sure you're okay 'cause you're a little bit late.

[Hasebe's neurotic nature finally comes in handy...!]

[arseid]

... Ah.

[ Right, Hasebe is definitely going to worry, and that alone is enough to make Laura struggle a little weakly finally. ]

I should really at least reassure him.

[sharplydressed]

[NOOO HIS BRILLIANT PLAN IS BACKFIRING!! The only thing he has left to do now is CLING TO HER EVEN MORE TIGHTLY.]

Lauraaa...!

[And also whine like he's 5 years old.]

[arseid]

[ WHY IS HER SWORD SUDDENLY AN OCTOPUS--

Laura yelps, mid-struggle, and winds up losing her toe grip on any purchase she might have achieved-- which means she's ending up flat on her stomach with a very clingy sword. ]

Kiyomitsu--!!

[ it's not very whiny, but it is still some form of protest. ]

[sharplydressed]

[THIS VICTORY IS HIS... For now. Who knows how long it'll last, but he's enjoying it while it does.]

Just like, five more minutes! Or maybe ten. That's not too bad, right?

[arseid]

... You will release me after five minutes.

[ It's not worded as a question, but it is sort of muffled because she's still face-first in a pillow. ]

[sharplydressed]

Sure, sure! Five minutes.

[He says that...

but he says it in the tone of someone who Does Not Mean It.]

[arseid]

... Will you let me move at least a little?

[sharplydressed]

Only if you promise not to leave.

[HE SEES HER GAME.]

[arseid]

You have my word. Five minutes.

[ GEEZ KASHUU YOU KNOW SHE'S HONORABLE. ]

[sharplydressed]

Fine...

[RELUCTANTLY EASING HIS DEATH GRIP. Enjoy the freedom while it lasts...]

I dunno how you can seriously hype yourself up to go out there when it's this cold, though.

[arseid]

[ Look, she's just gonna roll onto her side so she can breathe-- and wrap her arms around him for more of a snuggle and less of a restraint. There. Better? ]

My home used to get this cold, but I'd still have to rise early and train. It's almost nostalgic.

[sharplydressed]

[Much. He does immediately seem to settle down like the predictable idiot he is.]

Seriously? That sounds awful... Even in the winter in Kyoto or Kanazawa, it wouldn't get super cold.

[arseid]

[ Predictable idiots can be endearing, and Laura has to laugh a little. ]

Yes, well, it is another country. I think you'd have a harder time if I'd summoned you there, so at least this sort of weather shouldn't last.

[sharplydressed]

I don't like the cold.

[Thank you, captain obvious, for doing your job.]

I wonder... I'm not sure if any of us would have done really, really well if we ended up in a country like that. Except maybe the guys who spent time up north.

[arseid]

It wouldn't be something we should risk, I agree. Are you at least a little warmer now?

[ He'd barnacled pretty damn hard. ]

[sharplydressed]

Now that there aren't any holes in the shield, yeah.

["The shield", as in the blanket... THEIR DEFENSES WERE WEAK AND HE ALMOST DIED.]

What about you?