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ᴀʟᴅᴇʀᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴀɴᴅᴀᴜ ([personal profile] alderwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-12-25 05:09 pm

It's Christmas!

Characters: Baby turtles and you!
Date: December 25/26/27!
Location: All over Keeliai!
Situation: The baby turtles are hatching, and Christmas spirit comes with them!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines, otherwise have at!

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strategisch: (reading)

open??? just felt like replying

[personal profile] strategisch 2013-12-26 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Armin wasn't aware that today was "Christmas", but the warm and pleasant feeling that was suffusing Tu Vishan was not lost to him. He lounged around his suite in only his civilian clothing, content to lay about and do nothing, unable to string together the usual never-ending train of thought that chugged it's way loudly through his mind. Normally relaxation was something that just didn't happen to him: instead he'd wind around and around and around until he got tired, and that would have to do.

So a relaxed Armin ends up looking like a very sleepy Armin, as he lays face-down on the couch and contents himself not to move. He didn't know the difference between the two feelings.

He spends most of the day like this, until he hears a knock on the door. It takes some effort on his part to gather the willpower to simply get up and see who it is.

Or whoever it was. They're gone by the time he reaches the door. However, they left an ample gift on his stoop. Armin stooped down to sort through candied fruit, cookies, tea (those came from someone else, although he wasn't aware) more juulan than he'd ever possibly need, being a tightwad, and...

A knife?

Not just any old knife though. This was a combat knife. A good combat knife, with a solid hilt and a supple leather sheathe. It would fit well in his boot, or maybe attach to his gear. When he tested its sharpness against the back of his arm, it drew a tear of blood before he felt the blade's bite.

Who on earth left such a fine weapon at his doorstep? He didn't think it was a threat, considering what it came with (seriously, consider how you'd feel if you got a fruit basket with a knife in the middle of it), but... Armin shook his head and gathered all the gifts to bring inside.
Edited 2013-12-26 06:37 (UTC)