interstellar5555 | kido doesn't do festive holiday music

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.

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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.]

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[He throws another, small bit of the same piece of cake. He's not being wasteful. He's savouring it. Look at him.]

I'm gunna do it!

If you even try, I'll pick you up and carry you to your room. [She apparently once picked Momo up in canon, Tiger can't be that hard.]

No you won't!

[He hops down onto the floor, and grabs for the fallen cake.]

I bet it tastes awesome.

It doesn't taste awesome when it's on the floor. [Child ur a mess. Kido's grabbing for him. She does not make idle threats.]

[Tiger wrestles her for it. He's not super strong or anything, but he's sturdy for his size.]

Yes it does, the floor doesn't even really change it! It just adds dirt and stuff!

That's the problem! [She is going to pick him up if she has any opportunity. She's gonna do this.]

[She can probably manage that, after some flailing around. She'll manage to haul him up by the waist while he squirms.]

You can't stop me!

Watch me. [She is making the steps out of the kitchen and toward his room. She's doing her best to keep her grip on him despite any flailing.] No kid in my band is eating anything off the floor. Ever.

[He is definitely making it super hard for her. He tries to put his hands on her face.]

You're just gunna make us fall down the stairs!

Not if you stop wiggling. [TIGER ARE YOU THIRTEEN OR SIX. You know what. She is done playing the adult here. There's enough immaturity inside her to know how to not play by the rules. She is going to lick his hand to get him to stop.]

Ewwww!

[Because while eating off the floor is totally fine getting licked by Kido obviously isn't. He tries to wipe it on her shirt.]

[Oh for goodness-- Kido frowns at him and readjusts her hold.]

I am locking you in you room and never letting you out.

You don't even have the key to my room!

[He stops flailing quite as much, letting his tongue hang out again.]

[Tiger. Child. She can't even see that.]

I know how to block you in. [She spent enough years blocking people out.] Don't think I won't. [Because she is going to be carrying him backward up the steps. Right now.] You'll never be safe from me.

[He kind of likes being carried. He doesn't know why. Instead of fighting, he just lets himself go limp as to make himself as huge of a burden as possible.]

You won't actually.

[Dead weight is the worst weight and Kido groans in frustration.]

I totally will. Especially now. I'll lock you in your room and turn you into a recluse like me. I know how to do that.

No, because if I got really upset you'd feel bad and let me out.

[He says it like a child rules-lawyering their baby sitter, but there's something else to it, too. A quiet trust, or expectation.]

[She wants to respond "who says?" but there's a moment like a spark before she can answer him. A flash.

A man standing in a doorway, carrying that wriggling black-haired boy she keeps seeing under his arm, marker all over the boy's face. A corny evil laugh, glasses glinting before he rushes off with the boy still held tight.

And there's a weird sense of understanding to that. A name on her tongue, an unimpressed "dad" that's tinted with the emotionless tone of everything she remembers of being small in these weird flashes. And a deep, painful sense of betrayal rooted in her chest.

So she doesn't play around with him this time, as she struggles to recover. Instead she just sinks to sit on a step and plops him down next to her. She lets out a heavy, tired sigh.]

Yeah. You're right. I'm not great at being a bad guy. [That's. Normal, right? She hopes he didn't notice her weird pause.]

[Tiger seems to take being sat down there without question, at first feeling a moment of vindication for ostensibly having won their little battle. Yet, it seemed pretty sudden. They'd just been messing around or whatever, right?]

Well...if you were the bad guy I probably wouldn't like you very much.

[He looks up at her, questioning.]

...I won't actually eat off the floor if you really don't want me to?

[She gives him a look. It's a danchou look, more "done with this shit" than her normal ones.]

Don't eat off the floor. You'll get sick. [And then she leans back on the step behind her on her elbows.] Because I could've carried you all the way to your room. I just didn't feel like it.