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Salvation Meme!

The holidays are upon Union, bringing an event (and plenty of snow) in their wake...and in the midst of the excitement, some characters may have gifts they wish to give others. That's where this meme comes in!

If you just want to post an OOC list of the Salvation gifts your character got their CR (or their Pokémon, or their CR's Pokémon...), there's an OOC top-level comment for that. If you'd rather surprise someone ICly, however, there's a section for that as well.

Happy gifting! And happy OOC holidays to everyone in the game. Let's make the seasons bright. :)

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Vvv. [ H-hugs! Vulpix stiffens, but doesn't dare squirm - this child shan't cry on her watch, and besides, that would be unseemly. She pats Togepi's back with her tails. Good...baby.

Haruka smiles and heads for their quarters. Seems they're good to go. ]

[Martelé watches for another moment, and then turns and starts cleaning up the room. She should've known better. When it comes to babysitting, teamwork is usually the only thing that ensures survival. Let's see. Door is definitely closed, potential hidey-holes are blocked off, no small objects within reach...

Michiru seems to be relaxing a little with every step, judging from how she's leaning in.]

[ Vulpix shall do her best to be a pleasing stuffed companion. She's soft, shiny, and warm.

That's the spirit. Haruka gets to their door and opens it, then leans against the doorframe. ] Home sweet home.

[ Getting you out of those boots will be such a shame. ]

[she smiles and turns, hands at your hips and taking a step closer.]

Finally?

I didn't say that. [ A smile back. How close are you planning on coming? ]

No? [bodies barely touching, hands moving back so only her fingertips remain in contact with cloth.]

[ Holding out on her, huh? And yet....Haruka is disinclined to move. ] Don't put words in my mouth.

[ Other things are perfectly acceptable. ]

What would you suggest, then?

[ She's just going to grin. First one to get the other person to kiss them wins. That's the rules she just made up and isn't going to share. ]

[stubborn. She takes a moment, studying your face. So stubborn.

Still. Hand goes up to pat your cheek, and then she's turning and heading towards her vanity.]

[ .....

Stop being so perfect, woman. It makes Haruka require time to buffer. And then she can't wipe a smirk off her face.

Easing all the way into the room, she shuts the door behind her, making sure it closes with a nice crisp click. Alone, together. Only them.

She thinks, as she heads for the vanity, that they'll come up with a plan they both enjoy. ]

[she takes a seat, removing her earrings and casually keeping her hands busy. She's not going to bother to hide the fact that she's watching you in the mirror, however.]

[ The temptation to clap her hands on Michiru's shoulders is strong enough that Haruka ends up stuffing them into her pockets instead. ] So....unwinding's on the schedule, then?

[she finally looks away from your reflection so she can put the jewelry away]

That depends on what you mean by 'unwinding.'

[ Hm, maybe the game's still on. Haruka flops down onto the bed and crosses her ankles, relaxed as can be. ] Sounds good.

[ "Unwinding" means "hang around doing nothing"! Funny how "nothing" involves tracking Michiru's every movement. ]

[she's taking her sweet time about it, too. Her habit of stealing glances at you in the mirror every so often probably means that she's going to meet your gaze and smile.

And she's looking away, digging an envelope out of one of the drawers, and then walking over to you.]

Here. [sitting at the edge of the bed, she's holding out the aforementioned contract with the landscaping and masonry company.

At least she seems amused by it.]

Eh? [ She's coming closer, yes, but - what?

Oh, right, her Salvation gift. Haruka unfolds the contents, still confused, and gives them a once-over. Why would...

She lets the paper fall, closing her eyes. ] You're cripplingly romantic, y'know.

Did you want a love song?

[how often does she say that word anyway]

[ Rarely enough that Haruka gets a lump in her throat. Great, she started this, didn't she. Now they're using the word, which is hackneyed and overdone ~~and forbidden on nineties prime-time TV~~.

But she also can't deny the wave of affection that hits her when she hears it, so she opens her eyes back up and smiles. ] Maybe if you were playing it.

[ She gives up. Come here. ]

[that's a fond look you're getting, in response to that smile.]

I suppose I ought to remember it for next time.

[she hasn't moved yet, but she's holding out her hand to you]

[ Haruka sits up enough to take that hand. Their fingers interlace, their palms touch...she smiles...

...and begins slowly trying to reel Michiru in towards the bed. It's comfortable down here. ]

[that is not something she'll offer resistance to, no. She's half on top of you, legs still over the edge of the bed, before she's close enough to lean in for a kiss.]

[ Beautifully orchestrated, mademoiselle. Haruka arches up to complete the journey, holding that hand very tightly. Haruka likes her present. What it stands for. That she has somebody comfortable enough to make on-point jokes at her expense.

Feelings are weird, but she's not complaining. Michiru gets her. That's the best gift. ]

[that's a squeeze of her hand in response. And she's pulling back just enough to see your eyes.

The softness in her gaze and the fondness in her smile probably have nothing on the almost casual way she said that word.

Heh.] Hi.

Good to see you. [ We only save "yo" for weeks apart in dream worlds here at Haruka Tenoh, Inc. Plus, she's a bit dazzled by Michiru at this close range, when they're both feeling this way.

She stays right where she is, soaking in the moment. ]

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