🎄🎅Straight from the North Pole we have a gift for... @lordfreg !!!🎅🎄
Were starting off the holiday season with a sweet little Merry Christmas from Jorjie, Donnie, and their lovely little son, Remmy!
Hope you like it Jiji!!! Thank you for being a solid homie, the very first to welcome me to tumblr a year ago, stuck through and supported my content through the shadowban and overall be one in a kind gal. You're more than a friend to me, your like a sister. I love ya, and happy holidays!!! 💚❤️
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@chibitantei said:
If he were present and could read thoughts, there’d be no doubt that he’d fire a witty response from his seemingly infinite supply. Luckily, he was neither of those things, but even alone on a cold Tokyo morning, he still managed to leave a piece of him with her. Right now, however, she didn’t want the romantic connotations that came with it, because having an Akira-like voice in her head whilst hunting for potential gifts was an invasion of privacy.
Before long, Naoto entered a quiet music shop in Hachioji, far from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo’s 23 wards. Hardly anyone was present, save for the man at the counter, who hadn’t looked away from his newspaper. Her only instrument of passable expertise being the piano, it was the section she quickly threw herself into. Books of all skill levels and genres, metronomes and other things.
She picked a random book, advanced jazz, fully expecting that she would have forgotten half of what she’d learned. Yet, the music playing in her head, her fingers dancing away on an imaginary piano, said otherwise. Naoto combed through the other jazz books, but none contained his signature flair.
When Naoto returned to the estate, it was late afternoon. She thought of taking a nap, knowing he’d be elated that she was being reasonable for once, but when she doubled back her grandfather’s study, a delay was inevitable.
Too much effort spent on something that’d be mercilessly torn apart, but when it came to giving gifts, sloppiness wasn’t in her dictionary.
The day arrived, and Naoto placed her package, dull gray with a red star gift bow slightly off center, on Leblanc’s counter, and tried to ignore how she’d run into Ann and Ryuji moments prior, and how they definitely needed to run an errand elsewhere.
Also tried to ignore any sort of teasing, obnoxious look he’d throw her way. “I’ve come to uphold the tradition of giving presents on this day. While I could tell you what it is, you should investigate this... mysterious package for yourself.”
...It had sounded much more eloquent in her head.
Akira didn't immediately turn from the bags he was restocking at the sound of the bell above Leblanc's door. But upon hearing Naoto's voice, the teen spun around and greeted her with a warm smile. He hadn't anticipated her arrival -- nor the gift in her possession. His smile faltered, falling agape until she finished speaking, and amusement trickled into it again.
Setting the bag of coffee he was holding back into the shipping box it came from, he stepped closer to stand directly across from Naoto and her "mysterious package" : neat and orderly and waiting to be unwrapped.
Oh, now there's a dangerous thought...
Akira blinked harshly to silence the demon, whose laughter rippled in the fires of his heart. Instead clearing his throat and lifting the present from the counter to inspect it closer. ❝ And a Happy Christmas to you as well, Shirogane-san. ~ ❞ Akira chuckled softly as he turned it over in his hands, finding the seam along the back. They could tell she spared no effort in wrapping the gift perfectly. From its size and shape, and the way it drummed beneath their fingers, it was difficult to say for sure. Too thin to be in a box, to thick to be in a case. He did not rip it apart, but pried up the taped edges carefully, and pulled the item from its paper sleeve.
An . . . unexpectedly thoughtful gift. Akira ran his fingers over the embossed hardcover, flicking the book open not a moment later to page through its contents. Beautifully organized, peppered with a variety of songs and styles and with a whole section of pages in the back for him to write his own sheet music.
Akira closed the book and held it to their chest as they snapped their gaze back up to Naoto, and smiled at her once more.
❝ I could kiss you, ❞ he said, all too casually, setting the book back down onto its wrapping before making a beeline for the stairs, calling behind him : ❝ BUT ! I have something you might appreciate more than that ! ❞
After rummaging upstairs for less than a minute, Akira re-emerged with a mysterious package of his own. A gift bag instead of a box, since it came in its own case courtesy of Iwai. Deep, glossy blue with delicate silver accents embellishing the sides and bleeding into the satin handles. Buried under a bed of woad colored tissue was a box containing a model Nambu revolver, nearly identical to the one strapped to Naoto's hip. Only the metal was tinted with cobalt, and the handle engraved with the Phantom Thieves' logo.
❝ I know you of all people don't need one, ❞ Akira explained as he leaned on the bar again, propping his chin against his fist. ❝ But, as a member of the team, I felt it was only fair for you to have one of your own. Even if you don't use it, I figured you might consider it a token of appreciation. For, you know . . . not arresting me. ❞
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