When you teach a sword about Christmas...

[sakeplz]

Who: The Sword House and Friends! (Basically if you know any of the swords or Gilbert then you were invited)
When: A little before Christmas~
Where: The Sword House! (Jirou's place of residence)
What: Jirou learned about Christmas and now he wants to share that information with everyone! So all friends of the swords and Gilbert are invited!
Rating: PG (BE GOOD EVERYONE THERE ARE CHILDREN. No not really. The swords are all older than you.)

After finding out about this Christmas thing Jiroutachi had made sure that he got straight to work on a party for it. His main motivation being that Christmas involved alcohol. This surprised no one but what was surprising was that he'd bothered to help the other with decorations and such to make the house look festive. So now there were decorations everywhere with warm food for guests and a variety of drinks as well.

For those willing to go outside, there was a lovely fire setup to allow people to enjoy the lovely gardens while still staying warm. Jirou had even made sure that there was warmed wine for people to drink! (Or hot chocolate. Though that had likely not been his idea.)

So now all friends were invited to come and celebrate with them! To join the wonder of this Christmas thing!

[ooc: Feel free to tag around with each other or even have private threads. If you have met Jiroutachi, Kousetsu, Shinano, Nakigitsune, or Gilbert Nightray then you are automatically invited. If you want to say you slipped in without an invite that's cool too. If you want to be a friend of a guest then the more the merrier. Just go spread around and have fun!]

Comments

[foxhands]

[he tilts his head.]

The saniwa gave us these forms.

[is that the right way to explain it? um.]

Human bodies.

[there.]

[interchained]

[What is this sorcery sounds like a question that should be asked, but he's used to weird stuff happening around him. Giving inanimate objects human bodies included.]

I understand.

[So not just a master, but even a creator. Sort of, at least.]

Do you think you ever meet them again?

[foxhands]

.......I don't know.

[How does this world work? Will he ever leave? Will his master come here instead? They still have work to do back there, though. He's still loyal to that far-off figure, regardless of the situation, but...it's difficult.

He takes a bit of leftover cookie dough, kneading it in his hands, rather than elaborating on his thoughts out loud.]

[interchained]

[At that Gilbert just...

Pinches his cheeks (if the mask's on, he's going for whatever spot he can pinch on his face...sorry, Naki). Not only that, but he's also stretching and squishing them.]

Wrong answer. You have to believe that you will meet, one day. I'll ask again.

[At least it doesn't take long.]

Do you think you ever meet them again?

[foxhands]

[naki does in fact not have his mask on today, so he's got no defense against the pinching...he makes a surprised noise, even!

there's a moment after the question gets re-asked where he just holds his doughy hands to his face, staring at gilbert with wide-eyed confusion.]

I.....yes?

[interchained]

Good answer. I mean, it could be more...

[Energetic, perhaps? Not that Gilbert is energetic himself, so...]

Actually, never mind. It's okay as long as you really believe it.

[foxhands]

[he can be energetic! maybe! potentially!

right now he's mostly unsure, though.]

...I'll try.

[it's a nice sentiment. he'd like to believe it! just needs some time to work on the believing.]

[interchained]

[It's probably not going to help much re: making Naki believe, but Gilbert gently pats his head. What a good boy. Probably much older than him, but still.]

Take your time. But believing makes waiting a bit easier. I think. But for now, let's enjoy the Christmas party.

[foxhands]

[as the author of a kid's book once said, nakigitsune is still a boy! an old boy! an ancient boy, even.

still, regardless of his age or his feelings on this subject, gilbert's words are still somehow comforting. it's nice to know he's got support, even if he's not entirely sure what he's being supported on (his feelings are still a mystery he's working on unraveling). so he relaxes, after a moment - a relaxation that even spreads to his face, though the very tiny smile doesn't look much different from his usual expressionless mouth - and nods. it's a good party.]