Conditions. Specifically, you're to re-gift this to Arelen at the next opportune moment. Perhaps at the party, if you're both attending. Make no mention of myself or its origin. For all intents and purposes, act as though this is all your doing. All right?
Oh, let it be a surprise for both of you! Whatever it is, just act as
natural as you always do.
[It's a gift card for "Sexy Kat's Lingerie"; normally he'd
disapprove of any establishment that sultry, but the puzzle had been done
and the prize won. He had to use it for something.]
Ahah, don't be silly Demyx. Of course it's the present day!
Heh, shows what you know! Hers is April seventh. Put it to memory, now.
[As if Ted would let him forget. There's a mild frown at Demyx's
holiday antipathy, but it gets replaced by a snicker quickly.]
Ahaha, did he put coal in your stocking? I wouldn't be surprised. Assuming
you're talking of the real Santa, and not an impostor-
[Yes, that implies Ted's met fake holiday figures. Don't
ask.]
-then what you're describing is impossible. "Santa" is a way of saying
"saint"; that's as far from a "jerk" as one could possibly be. Well, unless
you're a heretic or something.
[ARE YOU A HERETIC, DEMYX!?]
Ahaha, well, she does have her heart back. Doubtless she's trying to put
it to good use.
[Also because she wuuuuvs u but Ted won't mention that.]
If that's the case, why not be nice in kind? That present could be just the
thing.
[Demyx it's like you're not even trying for this OTP. Oh well; good
thing he's here to try enough for both of you!]
I'd advise the other thing, unless you'd like to occupy a permanent spot on
his naughty list.
Eheh, I won't, for anything you "start" on hagiography I'll be more than
happy to finish.
[Don't mess with the saints Demyx, or he'll talk them up so fast
it'll make your mullet spin.]
Wonderful! Remember, I've naught to do with any of this. The exchange may
just as well have never happened. I look forward to hear about her
reception in the meantime. Good afternoon!
[He waves and trots off, feeling very pleased. May Cupid's arrows
strike true.]
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[Ted's not a hard man to spot. Just look for the
horribleeccentric dresser. Once he spots a certain cultish robe...]There you are! I figure this place, suited as it is for busking, might be familiar to you. But now to more important matters. Here.
[He fishes from his pocket a colorfully wrapped rectangle.]
That's for you. In a way. Rather, it's for you to give to another. You must be the giver that keeps on giving. Don't open it yet!
[Action]
[He smiles, but when the rectangle is held out to him he looks confused, and the cryptic riddle doesn't help.]
Uh. What are you talking about?
[He's so confused.]
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[Because honestly, he'd never give her a present. Why would he?]
I don't think it's a present day.
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Oh, let it be a surprise for both of you! Whatever it is, just act as natural as you always do.
[It's a gift card for "Sexy Kat's Lingerie"; normally he'd disapprove of any establishment that sultry, but the puzzle had been done and the prize won. He had to use it for something.]
Ahah, don't be silly Demyx. Of course it's the present day!
[rimshot]
Let me know how it goes, won't you?
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[He's just confused.]
Uh, yeah I guess.
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[An odd question that receives an odd head tilt. He can do that too.]
...well, is there any reason not to give her a present?
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Will this help?
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Oh. Goodness, that's disconcerting. Why ever not? I should think you'd do so at least on each other's birthdays or Christmas.
[Uh oh. Is his ship on the rocks?]
Weird? How so?
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[If she does, he doesn't know it.]
I don't like Christmas, Santa is a jerk.
[He pouts, it's a story Ted, don't ask.]
She's being nice to me. That's weird. I don't understand it.
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Heh, shows what you know! Hers is April seventh. Put it to memory, now.
[As if Ted would let him forget. There's a mild frown at Demyx's holiday antipathy, but it gets replaced by a snicker quickly.]
Ahaha, did he put coal in your stocking? I wouldn't be surprised. Assuming you're talking of the real Santa, and not an impostor-
[Yes, that implies Ted's met fake holiday figures. Don't ask.]
-then what you're describing is impossible. "Santa" is a way of saying "saint"; that's as far from a "jerk" as one could possibly be. Well, unless you're a heretic or something.
[ARE YOU A HERETIC, DEMYX!?]
Ahaha, well, she does have her heart back. Doubtless she's trying to put it to good use.
[Also because she wuuuuvs u but Ted won't mention that.]
If that's the case, why not be nice in kind? That present could be just the thing.
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I'm not gonna remember that.
Yeah yeah, Santa is a jerk, he wouldn't bring me any presents. Someday I'll get him back.
[Demyx, no, that won't help any. Santa won't respond to threats.]
Ugh, saints, don't get me started on that.
[He's a huge heretic, Ted.]
It's weird, but okay, I'll give it to her.
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[Demyx it's like you're not even trying for this OTP. Oh well; good thing he's here to try enough for both of you!]
I'd advise the other thing, unless you'd like to occupy a permanent spot on his naughty list.
Eheh, I won't, for anything you "start" on hagiography I'll be more than happy to finish.
[Don't mess with the saints Demyx, or he'll talk them up so fast it'll make your mullet spin.]
Wonderful! Remember, I've naught to do with any of this. The exchange may just as well have never happened. I look forward to hear about her reception in the meantime. Good afternoon! [He waves and trots off, feeling very pleased. May Cupid's arrows strike true.]