Spell 013 [Video]

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[The camera shows a blank surface; it is, for those who have seen it, very obviously the top of the desk in the room that Ritsuka and Soubi share. There is nothing and no one in the shot. But then, a long-fingered, pale hand appears, carrying with it a large, neatly gift-wrapped package. It's of a slightly irregular shape, flat around the edges but raised in the middle. An envelope is stuck to it: on the front, it says, "for Ritsuka" in big calligraphic writing.]

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Same~

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

Her dad just liked the name and gave it to her. It used to always turned up on the boys' list in gym class so I'd call her 'Osamu-chan'.

[He shrugs and picks up Soubi's final present from him.]

Last one from me... don't laugh at it!

[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[Yet another gift. He takes the small package with trepidation and opens it. A... handmade coupon book. "Free hug", "free kiss", "blank"... His Sacrifice is giving him the power to give orders. Small ones, yes, but...

He looks at Ritsuka blankly.]

I can use these to make you do something for me?

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[To him the book was a bit of a joke since Soubi never seemed shy about taking a kiss or a hug when he really wanted one, no matter how obedient he acted.]

Don't make it sound weird. It's not making me, it's just... like asking me for a favor. This here, is a super coupon, you can only use it once so no cheating and writing down that you want more coupons or something.

...Does it upset you?

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[Oh, Ritsuka. Doesn't he know how dangerous it is to hand out coupons like this, even as a joke? It makes him sound too kind... it will make people want to take advantage of his kindness. And if he's offering his kindness to Soubi, of all people, he could offer it to anyone.

A master treating a servant with kindness is, after all, a dangerous thing. If he isn't careful, it will kill Soubi.

But he can't possibly say these things to Ritsuka. He doesn't want to upset him, not when he himself is upset. So he smiles and gives Ritsuka another hug.]

Of course not. I love it, Ritsuka.

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

Hn, it's no big deal really. I even gave one to Yuiko.

[Originally he used to only make them for Seimei, but even though were a joke since at the time there was nothing he wouldn't give to Seimei if he asked.]

Go on and open your other gift. You got some from Kio, Yuiko, Natsuo and... not sure who some of these people are. Soubi's been making friends?

[He looks pleased about that.]

[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[Ah, well, at least this is safer territory. He knows how to react to gifts from acquaintances and friends. He gives a nod.]

And will you open the presents I gave you?

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

I did. Except the one you were just showing on the video.

[He starts to dig out the unwrapped gifts he'd gotten from Soubi.]

[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[He grins. Yes, giving is much, much easier than receiving.]

That's for your birthday.

[He lays one of his many presents from Kio on the ground.]

Would you like to open it now?

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

Mn, okay, sure!

[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[He smiles and stands, taking Ritsuka's presents under one arm and offering the other hand to Ritsuka.]

Let's go.

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

[Ritsuka picks up some of his things as well so Soubi isn't doing all the work and stares at the hand a moment. His tail gives a thoughtful twitch before he finally takes it with a small blush.]

EEEE ICON LOVE.

[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[He smiles. He loves to see Ritsuka blush; it shows that he is happy with him. A blush or a smile from Ritsuka - he could live on that alone for the rest of his life. Still smiling a private smile, he leads Ritsuka up the stairs.]

You'll have to tell me if it's to your liking.

/Kills with cute? :O

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

[The violet eyes glance at him briefly before quickly looking back ahead.]

I'm sure I'll like it just fine... It's not something weird is it?

[One never knew what to expect from Soubi.]

O____O /DEAD OF CUTE

[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

Weird? Why would I give you anything weird?

[He opens the door to the room and gestures to the desk, where a large, flat gift is wrapped neatly in traditional cloth wrapping paper. When Ritsuka opens it, he will find a painting.

Soubi has poured his heart and soul into this painting: lilies. Thousands upon thousands of small lilies, pastel blue, lavender, soft pink, gently glowing yellow, the same type that live on the hill upon which Soubi and Ritsuka have met so many times. They are pictured from the ground up, as if one is as small as an ant: the taller flowers tower so that the viewer can barely see over them, while the smaller ones offer their petals toward the viewer like the seats of faerie thrones. Through the highest petals filters bright sunlight, turning the green stems vibrant and the petals iridescent. In the small slice of sky visible beyond the flowers, a single red butterfly soars on the wind.]

BURNS DON'T IT?! XD

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't answer that and just follows Soubi to the desk. His fingers gently rip the paper apart, not wanting to damage whatever might be inside by rushing.]

Wow... Soubi? You painted this?!

[The smooth tail swishes excitedly as his eyes roam over the painting.]

LIKE A BONFIRE OF CUTE. OR SOMETHING.

[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[He practically glows at Ritsuka's response.]

Yes. Is it okay?

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

It's really beautiful. We should hang it somewhere!

[pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com]

[He is beaming like a schoolchild coming home with a perfect test score.]

Across from your bed, so you can see it when you wake up?

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

[There it was... that childish look again. His tail swishes happily and he smiles a little wider.]

That sounds like a perfect place. You really should hang up more of your work Soubi. This is your room to.

[Really, had it not been for Soubi's bed and a few stray sketch books one would of thought Ritsuka lived alone.]

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[He's still beaming.]

Only if you like them. Your walls shouldn't be covered with ugly paintings.

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

Take them out and we'll pick our favorites. I want the room to look like it's Soubi's to.