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.

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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.

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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.

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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]

I just don't need the tabloid knowing I bake and cook.

I'll get something like "secret housewife" at this rate.

[blindfoldcode]

Just tell them I converted you to Satanism in response.

[wounds]

I'm sure that'll go well.

Try the other stuff too.

[If she does it's all just as good.

Was he a cook in his forgotten life?

Probably not, but his food makes a strong case.]

[blindfoldcode]

There's a lot of stuff here. How much do you expect me to try?

[wounds]

There's only four different sweets.

[But a lot of them.]

Try one you want to make. ... You have ingredients, right?

[blindfoldcode]

I wiped out most of them on the cake rolls actually.

[wounds]

Then tell me when you have ingredients again and I'll teach you.

[blindfoldcode]

You got it. Maybe we can trade tips. [She's younger. It's obvious she wouldn't have as many, but she has a few.]

[wounds]

I'd like that.

Tell your bandmates they're free to any of it.

[blindfoldcode]

You're trying to kill me. Do you know how energized Pinkie's gonna be?

[wounds]

You said she ran off of sugar.

[blindfoldcode]

She does and I'm going to die.

[She loves Pinkie. Really.]

[wounds]

Better eat it before she does.

[He's kidding.

Probably.]

[blindfoldcode]

Well, then, we're gonna have to share.

[Sit.]

Do the gloves fit?

[wounds]

They... They're a little big.

[Red gloves. Somebody he admires, but can't remember properly.]

I didn't think gloves came in that shade of red.

[blindfoldcode]

Ah--[Crap now she feels kind of bad.] Sorry.

[And then there's another pause.] The color might be kind of weird, but...

Red's the color of heroes, right?

[wounds]

No, it's fine. I like them.

[His heart feels a little empty when he looks at them.]

It is. The best heroes wear red.

[blindfoldcode]

Somebody told me that, once. I wish I could remember why.

[Her eyes flash. She hasn't connected it.]

[wounds]

Maybe it was because of your eyes.

[blindfoldcode]

[She makes a half-amused noise at that.] There's nothing heroic about those.

All that matters is you like them.

[wounds]

Who knows?

[There's the most wistful smile on his lips.]

I think red's my favorite color. [The color of the gloves of somebody important to him.

He wishes he remembered them properly.]

[blindfoldcode]

I'm glad. [She won't mention there is red in the gifts she got for every important person in her life.

Then she looks startled, like she's realized something.]

Crap, I invited you in and forgot to ask if you wanted a drink or anything. Sorry.

[Whether that's programming or remembering her actual childhood, who knows.]

[wounds]

[He looks vaguely confused. Drink? He doesn't need to drink.

That doesn't seem right either.

The programming's starting to clash with himself- and it's been clashing badly since his fall.]

It's fine. Don't worry about it.

[blindfoldcode]

Just wanted to check. Manners and everything.

[Considering her startling lack of manners in everything else...]

[wounds]

Didn't think you had those.

[Genos you rude little shit.]