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[nbd]

Who: 707 + any unfortunate soul
When: December jobs
Where: various locations
What: shenanigans and I don't know what else. effectively just shenanigans.
Rating: Seven.


♟ I JUST WANT TO TOUCH YOUR FUR

[ Other people might have had a problem dressed up as a “saucy” version of Blanc’s “Father Christmas” but Seven had no issue with such a thing. If anything, he was more than happy to have the outfit thrusted upon him and wore it proudly, and if anyone had a problem with how he was dressed then that was completely on them. The locals were doing their best to celebrate something nice and Seven was going to help spread that cheer even if his legs felt a little cold.

Case in point, he was helping around the town giving out as many gifts to as many victims of the war as he could possible track down. Tis the season and all of that, right? Out of presents he was on his way back to help the locals decorate the tree when he spots something furry. It’s…not a squirrel because squirrels don’t exactly exist in this place however—

It’s still totally and utterly cute. (Never mind that it’s totally pelting some poor soul with nuts.)

Forget the decorations, Seven going to be running after towards the not!squirrel with everything that he has, spooking it entirely. ]

Wait for me~!

[ Sincerest apologies to however he ends up bumping into—mowing down—during his pursuit of the small and extremely frighten creature. If nothing else, marvel at how a man can run in heels like those? ]

♟ CANDIED FRUIT THANK YOUS

[ With the cure of that nasty virus found, Seven finally finds himself some peace of mind. He’s a little wary about how the Prime Minister is decides to throw a month long celebration for the success but given what he’s learned so far about how the war and the general livelihood of people here have been effected, he doesn’t judge. He just goes along with the mood and makes it a point to join the locals.

Seven makes it a goal of his to fit in with the people who he’s supposed to help protect. It’s not that he wouldn’t protect them or help out with the war without fitting in, but it helps him understand just where they’re coming from. There’s still more to Noir and Blanc both that he wants to understand but all in due time. …even if he’s not known for being patient.

So, here he is dressed up as a Krampus with a basket filled with fruit and candy canes humming cheerfully. He’ll approach any poor soul who seems lonely, or just alone quite frankly, with a smile and offering the goodies that he has managed to collect. ]

Come on, it’s not the time to be all alone. [ He tilts his head to one side and tries to be a cute as possible while dressed as the monstrosity that is the Krampus. ] It’s time to be happy, festive, and celebrate what’s there is to enjoy!

♟ CHOCOLATE KISSES

[ Now, Seven isn’t a man who indulges in drinking at any point in time. Quite frankly, he avoids it entirely but it seems like that’s going to be a problem to avoid seeing how it seems to be occasionally mixed in with the hot chocolate. A few alcoholic drinks aren’t going to get him drunk, no, but they are going to get him loose enough to where he’ll be freely standing under some mistletoe with a hand on his hips and the other at his mouth as he “blows kisses” to anyone who is walking by.

There is no excuse for this. Honestly, just help him. He’s still not drunk but maybe someone should save him from himself. Regardless if someone saves him or not—or even comes over he’ll start to make “passes” at anyone who wanders a bit too closely to him. Maybe even sticks out a leg towards them? Oh, and the basket he was carrying over has long fallen out of his hands and the contents are scattered about his feet. ]

Don’t you want a kiss from Santa? [ He’s not dressed up as Santa. Not even in the slightest bit. ] Chu~ Chu~

[ I WROTE THIS ON MY OWN VOLITION. ]

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[notwagging]

[ His eyes suddenly sparkle. Seven is actually interested in what Keaton has stashed away so far? His slowly growing treasure trove, hidden in the corners of his room and underneath both his and Jumin's bed?

FINALLY, SOMEONE WHO MIGHT UNDERSTAND HIM?! ]

We'll see. I'll have to do some appraisal of it first. Then, I'll be able to rank it properly.

[ His tail is still wagging... it might have just sped up some more. Oh boy. ]

No, no more kisses. [ Ah, Seven is his first as well. ] Some dragon's balls, a pen, a half-eaten eclair...

[ He's holding up fingers and lowering one for each thing. ]

... oh, and cobwebs! A lot of cobwebs. Some taste like candy and some don't! It's a neat guessing game.

[ But he's happy talking about them all. A fun thing to do, something he's used to. ]

[nbd]

[ As Keaton reads out his list of treasures Seven listens intently to see what they were. They didn't sound too terrible as far as "treasures" go. Dragon's balls might be useful here, who knows, pens were a thing, and a half-eaten eclair could be something he was saving for later...

Seven might be one of the few people who has no problem or sees anything weird about this collection. Or, well, if he does see anything wrong with it then it's all kind of moot given how he views having items himself. A dark thought that passes over him but nothing that shows on his face.

Instead he laughs when Keaton describes how some of the cobwebs tasted like candy and some didn't. ]

Wow~! It sounds like you have quite a collection there.

[notwagging]

Yeah, but it's nothing compared to what I had in some of the caves stashed on Mount Garou. [ His eyes sparkle, recollecting those memories stashed in the back of his mind, saved for times when he felt the farthest away from home and his comrades even though some existed here. ]

You should have seen it. Bones littering the floor, the ones closest to the entrance needing the most polishing. I even had a system, the newest had to get extra attention first.

[ The best and fondest of times! ]

Those who didn't add to it got to see what would happen if they tried anything dumb. Kind of like a museum, but with an extra big warning attached!

[ His smile isn't faltering. In fact, it might have gotten toothier. What pointy teeth Keaton has! ]

[nbd]

Sounds quite the lovely den.

[ Around this point in time after hearing all of this, a normal human being would be kind of creeped out or at the vert least be genuinely concerned about the way that Keaton's smiles has far more pointier teeth than blunt teeth. But as continually proved through his various actions, Seven is not a normal person.

If anything he's marveling at Keaton's sharp fangs. Sure, his collection sounds pretty dubious and he'll make a note to always have something for Keaton anytime he wants to see it but that's small stuff.

""small"" stuff. ]

Since I'm part of the collection now, does that mean I need to add to it if I wanted to see it?

[notwagging]

It is! [ Though, he does look away for a moment, smirking as he does. ] Except, my roommate isn't a huge fan of me going through his things, too. I'm always careful when handling other people's stuff!

[ When will Jumin trust Keaton to do the right thing all the time?

His ears perk at the question. Seven's generosity is a good surprise! Nevermind the part of him calling himself part of Keaton's collection, oh gosh. ]

No. You can come anytime! The door will always stay unlocked for you, no matter what anyone else says.