kido doesn't do festive holiday music

[blindfoldcode]

Who: Kido and OPEN to her friends/people she thinks she owes.
What: The bestowing of gifts
When: IDK whenever the bestowing of gifts should occur.
Where: System Crash's Penthouse, Pride HQ, and quiet places she can meet up with her Virgo friends.
Warnings: Kido and Celty are gonna get pelted with crackers but otherwise...

[Kido's on a fucking mission to act like she's okay. She's like. Still all sorts of messed up, but she's trying to act like she's gonna make it.

A
And during the holidays that means a s h i t t o n of baking. She has been pretty busy in the System Crash penthouse the last day or two making like a trillion cake rolls. Oh god why is she doing this cookies would be easier, but cookies are also something everyone's going to be making.

Every even slightly imperfect cake is going to get shoved onto her bandmates. She can't give something imperfect. Someone might think she actually made it. And like she doesn't want herself associated with baking it fucks with the rebel image. But there she is in the kitchen, long sleeved tee shirt with rolled up sleeves, slippers and an apron, super concentrated like this is her life.

Don't judge her.

B
And like now she has to give them out. It's easier to do in HQ. She's not being tailed here. She's knocking on the doors of any friends (and anyone who she feels she owes a favor to), super casually like she's. Totally not been baking for the last too many hours straight.]

Hey. ... You like sweets right?

[THAT'S EXACTLY HOW YOU GIVE A GIFT.

B.2
Except for Junkyard Carnival. At some point, they're gonna find themselves dealing with cracker pentagrams all over their goddamn wall.

And a cheese platter, mostly because she's terrified of Luci, with a nice little card, written in red, promising it's not poisoned and also "PS: Fuck you, Xanxus."

How she got in there? A fucking mystery.

C

And of course there's Virgo to worry about. Most of her friends are Virgo. So there's going to be texts, to friends and, again, people she feels she owes a favor to.

Are you free? Think you could meet me at the music store on [street]?

Yup. That's not threatening and absolutely cannot get her in trouble if Lesedi reads it.

She's feeling pretty good about this all in all.

It's a great distraction from the glowing yellow eyes in her dreams that keep startling her awake.]

Comments

[wounds]

At least the party wasn't too bad, right?

[blindfoldcode]

[For a second she is about to respond that SHE GOT STABBED??? but then she realizes he means the other party.

The good party. She smiles a little.]

Yeah, that was good. Managed to avoid punching Xanxus and everything.

[wounds]

[NO THAT WAS AWFUL. A PERSON DIED.

But the solstice party in his penthouse with food, friend and films was good.]

I'm proud of you.

[blindfoldcode]

[Oh my god her face goes red.]

I saw you talking to Tiger, too. He's a good kid. He needs more friends.

[wounds]

[She's blushing, but Genos won't bug her about it.]

Yeah, he seems like one.

[... Is he going to end up friends with all of System Crash?

This is not where he imagined his life going.]

[blindfoldcode]

[It was a weird thing to say, okay?!

There's a lot of worse things you could be than friends with babyband.]

Good. He doubts himself a lot.

And, uh. Just a heads up, I'm sorry if anyone starts to pelt you with crackers.

[wounds]

[It feels like something he'd like somebody to say to him.]

What? Why would anybody hit me with crackers?

[blindfoldcode]

Oh boy. [She sighs.]

Xanxus got a picture of my eyes. He sent it to a tabloid that put it out there that I'm possessed by a demon and the only way to stop me is by throwing crackers at me.

And it said I wound up in rooms alone with a lot of people that night, too, to sleep with them or turn them to Satan or something. So, uh, sorry if people start asking about that, too.

[wounds]

Oh man.

[If his hands weren't occupied, he'd pinch the bridge of his nose.]

What a tabloid. Hopefully nobody takes that seriously.

[blindfoldcode]

... [She holds up a handful of saltine packets.]

Mostly religious nuts.

[wounds]

Huh. I thought they'd unwrap them before throwing.

At least MANTICORE doesn't usually draw those kinds of fans.

[blindfoldcode]

I don't think they were fans. At least it's nothing that actually hurts.

[wounds]

If they had to pick something, at least it was saltines and not rocks.

[blindfoldcode]

Definitely not into being stoned. [Either way at this point. That one night fucked her up pretty badly, she's not looking into drugs again for a long time.]

And at least he sent it to a tabloid and not Lesedi.

[wounds]

[Good. The less drugs she takes, the less worried he can be.]

That would be way more of a wreck.

[blindfoldcode]

[Maybe sleeping pills. That's it though.]

It's just another solstice miracle.

[wounds]

[Don't mix them with alcohol.]

How likely are we to run out at this rate?

[blindfoldcode]

[She'll try to remember that.]

We earned a few from dealing with Naomi.

[wounds]

... Yeah.

At least nobody else died that night. It was one hell of a close call.

[blindfoldcode]

I don't think anybody knows that better than me. [She was so sure she was dying when she closed her eyes that last time...]

I haven't checked in much with my friends from Virgo, but they seem a little messed up about it, too.

[wounds]

Squalo got knifed pretty badly too. [He's lucky all he ended up with was a broken arm.]

It seemed pretty out of character for them.

[blindfoldcode]

Never said people didn't know it equally.

It was. I think my girlfriend might've tried to poison me. Didn't work out. She's stronger than that.

[wounds]

What a disaster.

Glad you didn't get poisoned on top of everything else.

[blindfoldcode]

So am I. I don't think she could've handled it if she'd been successful. [P-priorities...]

How's your arm?

[wounds]

[What kind of priorities are those...]

It's healing up fine. The doctors say it'll come off tomorrow.