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( OPEN ) it's the time for ugly sweaters

WHO: Akira Kurusu, local nasty crimeboy and people
WHERE: places in Recolle
WHEN: throughout this god forsaken month of December
WHAT: December happenings (includes event log stuff, Catmosphere Cat Santa, and... stuff) Thank god i wrote up a comment. Reply to the plotting comment if you would like Akira to send your character a Christmas card, too!!
WARNINGS: Akira existing.

santa is coming to town

[ The cat cafe staff have spent relentless hours deliberating over the limited edition Christmas menu all for naught, but they changed their process for the whole month. All hail aromatherapy! You'll be hit with the refreshing smell of fresh pine, peppermint, cookies if you lurk any deeper. Everyone's favorite carols are also playing... mixed in with carols sang by cats. You may curse the owner for this. They also have a cat music video for these carols on some of the flat screen TVs that would usually show menu items.

So Akira is at work dressed up as... Santa. Without the beard at least, but his outfit is rather extravagant for the occasion. Of course there's that small touch of cat ears attached to the hat. It wouldn't be Catmosphere Cafe without it! He's seated on a grand throne, decorated with snowflakes, ribbons, and presents around it. The cats aren't tearing it apart, either. Amazing. ]

Have you been naughty or nice?

spice adventures

[ Usually, he would ask someone he knows to join him, but... He feels a bit off as of late. It means that he'll be dragging some poor soul (or even call up random people) to join him on his quest. With taste being gone, this is one way to entertain himself when he's hungry.

If you even look at a restaurant momentarily with a spicy challenge, Akira is there with a flyer for it. ]

Want to give it a try together? It'll warm us right up.

[ If you need a reference as to how well your character handles spice, please refer to this chart. Akira is three chili peppers hoping to level up... This will help with anyone's courage stat, too. ]

christmas event surprise

[ Akira definitely has been a victim of garlands, mistletoe bats, and slipping on ice like an idiot. Go ahead and and pick your choice! He's running away as fast as he can from two out of those three and, like his predecessor, will pretend to be dead if he slips on ice.

Also, for those that are around when he opens his present from the Retrospec Christmas tree, you'll notice he has been staring inside the box he opened...

For a long time. He remember reading the description as "a stone worth 100k yen" on his ticket, but... Uhm. ]

wildcard!

[ HIT ME. Akira's cat won't be joining him later in December due to the cold, but he's around the university and sometimes the most desolate of areas. Anyone may even catch him or a dragon in the forest. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Huh... Akira would have expected something... Not as rusty? He tilts his head as he fiddles with his bangs, racking his brain over what this could mean. Why would Eren keep his father's old glasses? Humming thoughtfully, there's an easy question to this: ]

Did your father go somewhere far away for a long time?

[ Might be a keepsake. ]

[ if you like mysteries . . . this is a good one for you, son. eren lifts his brows, still holding the glasses and trying to look through them— yeah, definitely not his. ]

He took a lot of house calls? He was a doctor. [ but . . . where was past dad. ] I never kept his glasses though, not that I remember. I don’t get why I’d have them. Everyone gets . . . Their things.

[ A mystery that he can't personally solve without more details, but his interest is still graciously piqued. It's not enough for him to take the glasses from Eren, however. He's worried they'll crumble if mishandled in the slightest. ]

... Maybe he gave them to you? It might be a reminder or something.

[ This is truly a conundrum since Akira has never acquired anything that belonged to someone else. ]

[ they old as fuk. he doesn’t mind if akira wants to take a look at them— they don’t feel that important, for some reason. in fact, it . . . doesn’t really give him a good feeling. he holds them away for a little, a bit of aversion in his eyes. it doesn’t even come with a case that he could just shove inside again. ]

Why would someone give you glasses when you need them? [ unless it’s that easy to get new glasses back in the olden days. he remembers holding these up in the dark, in the forest. there was a lot of steam and . . .

ruh-roh. eren starts fanning himself because he’s not looking, not feeling too chill all of a sudden. when a buddy turns a little . . . 🤢]

If you don't want them, I can add them to my reading glasses collection.

[ He doesn't have one aside from his spare in case these break, but he jokes around. He shrugs before he considers mentioning they should get out of the way for other people to get their gifts, maybe even head out. They can get to know each other, all that stuff.

As he stretches his arms up, he notices the change in expression. Someone looks... Sick. Concern washes over his face in a split second. ]

... Eren? Are you okay?

[ Why are you fanning yourself? It's cold out? Akira keeps his phone in mind in case he has to call for an emergency. For now, he pats his back. ]

[ you know, right now, that’s a great idea right now. a joke? what joke, eren takes it seriously, stomach somersaulting horridly and pushing the glasses urgently towards akira. he’s breathing a little too heavy to talk, but the gesture is clear: yeah you can have it.

he grips akira’s shoulder for a minute. straightens up. breathes. okay, he’s okay. eren nods, wetting hella dry lips when he speaks up. ]

Y-yeah, I just got a little—

[ sike! he suddenly hunches over and. certainly throws up. what a great way to get to know people better. hope your feet weren’t in the way. ]

[ ... No, Akira was close in order to comfort Eren and this is how he's rewarded. At first, he keeps rubbing his back to hopefully calm him down, but it seems like this isn't a case of nerves.

Just, well, based on the vomit on his shoes. It takes Akira a moment to realize the chunky bits and smell of bile. Huh. ]

Let me drop you off at your place... You must be sick.

[ Eren throwing up on him hasn't fully settled in his mind, so he's going to...

Move on. ]

[ his throat burns, his stomach is unsettled and empty, and— throwing up is the worst. he hasn’t done that since he got a bug as a kid, and getting that out of his system should’ve helped. it helped a little.

he wants to stick his mind and memories in bleach, though. eren’s eyes sting, tearing both from the strain and the shock, but after a moment, he shakily lifts his hand to try and gesture against it. also, shoving the glasses to akira with the other. please take them. augh, the poor soul that got a little bit of that vomit on their gift . . . the worst is probably akira though, and eren looks horrified. breathe! ]

C—crap, your . . . [ all over your shoes . . . eren covers his face with a hand, already turning a shade of eggplant. there was no way he could say it was nothing or “just choked up”. ] We can’t just leave you like that.

[ the level of embarrassment here is disgusting. he doesn’t know where to put himself. ]

I’ll get you— I’ll get you new ones, come on.

[ please let him get you new shoes please ]

[ Hmm. This is such a gracious opportunity to put Eren under his thumb, make him do whatever he wants, or even leave a favor lingering over his head for half a year before actually using it. It's a type of torture he's fond of. He forgets about the vomit despite the acidic odor tickling his nose, looking contemplative with his gaze on the trinket forced upon him. If anything, the remnants of a meal... warms his shoes, I guess.

It's fine. He knows Eren didn't mind anything for it. He does, however, take out a handkerchief from one of his pockets and wipes the glasses down before offering it to Eren. ]

Later. The snow will soak it all up, so let's get you home first.

[ Hooking their arms together, he forces him to move. Gently. He shouldn't jostle someone that just threw up, after all. ]

[ he makes quite the objecting noise, a little reluctant to move. how much of that got inside them? if any got inside them, he’s sure there’d be a different reaction if it did. if they were porous sneakers, he’d want to die. boots were better, but what would keep those from staining or something?

one look at the pair offered back to him has eren averting his gaze in a snap, holding his free hand up and finally getting him to step with some urgency: ]

I don’t want it.

[ he probably won’t vomit again so soon, but his stomach agrees with another twist that makes him feel a brief cold sweat. he can’t look at those without seeing a very detailed human fruit snack. ]

[ Stop thinking about the inside of his shoes. It's considerate, but weird. Akira has better priorities. His shoes are cheap, but he has more pairs at home... Good thing these aren't his good boots. If Eren ever decides to buy him a pair, he won't reject it. ]

All right.

[ He slides his handkerchief back and puts the specs into his bag for now. There are some guesses... One being this is a reaction to the item itself, but he doesn't press. That wince gets more back rubs as they head on out, though. ]

By the way, I'm expecting Versace shoes.

[ eren looks up to give him a sour look, but it’s uncertain whether or not that’s from the taste in his mouth or the hunch that he’s being taken for a sugar daddy

he was just worried about your shoe vomit ]

Don’t push it. [ unlock sugar daddy at a level four friendship ] How much do yours cost?

[ If Akira wanted a sugar daddy, he has other prospects, Eren. Don't make too many assumptions. It's obvious that he isn't hopeful for some brand shoes... Brand isn't even his MO, either.

Despite the smell, he chuckles behind a hand. ]

I think these were twenty? Not much.

[ He spares him. ]

[ he’s actually offended.

eren takes another look at them and they seem alright, at least, the snow is doing a good job at doing the cleaning for him. taking in a deep breath and getting a little more color back to pale cheeks and lips, eren gives a wave. ]

Lunch on me sometime and we’ll call it even. [ maybe like . . . one of those space burgers. but he can’t really stomach the idea of food right now and lowers his head, pressing a hand to his abdomen. vomits were the worst thing. at least, eren didn’t come out to this part of town with his car; it was pretty close to his fancy ass apartment. ] It’s that building over there.

Make it an AYCE buffet once taste is back.

[ A little bit more than a meal and something to get him through the winter sounds good. Even if he's missing the fun of eating, he won't say no to free food... Or food bribes.

When he looks up to the apartment building, he squints. IT'S FANCY?? ]

How convenient.

[ But now he's unsure about tracking vomit on Eren's pristine floor. ]

[ okay, all you can eat sounds good even for eren. eventually. he’ll tuck that iou away for now and hey— it’s chill man he has nearly 70 lbs of muscle dog in his apartment, he can handle dirty shoes. especially if he’s getting escorted so it’s the very least he could do right now!! ]

Yeah. I just came out today to get that— piece of crap . . . [ darn glasses had to go and ruin everything. he breathes, trying to keep looking up as they near it, eren still doesn’t look great. he is at a delicate phase of recovery and can be easily triggered . . .

look, elevators. ]

Thanks for this.

[ it’s quiet and he sounds a little miserable, but he’ll get over it. ]

Unlucky... [ No one wants to go out into the street and vomit, he's sure. ] I haven't done anything to warrant a thank you, but you're welcome.

[ At least in his opinion? He's sure that Eren can handle himself (he has seen his muscles) based on how well he's hobbling over to the elevator. While he looks under the weather and abrupt movement may agitate his bowels, Akira thinks he's here for moral support... Ganbatte.

They can go up the elevator!! ]

You don't react like that to all of the items they send you, right?

[ Curious. ]

[ any kind of help and support warrants a thank you, when you could’ve left him right then and there outside! he’s been taught to at least know where to see those and acknowledge them, no matter how small.

eren’s floor is a little high, because of the view, so . . . still going up. enjoy christmas music. ]

. . . No. [ they were his— they had his smell, and there was a part of him that was proud of them, from a simple cloak to his gear. the gear was amazing. ] I like the rest. They’re . . . Mine, y’know?

[ HE HATES CHRISTMAS MUSIC, but isn't the type to talk about his small qualms. Instead, he listens to them patiently as he watches the number go up and up. Idly, he rolls his weight from his heels to his toes, rocking back and forth. ]

Yeah, I get that. [ There's something about these items that feel... Natural. It's almost unsettling if they didn't feel comforting— ] What else did you receive?

[ He wants to ask about the glasses and why it triggered such a reaction from him, but it's not good to pry this early... What if he vomits again?? Akira only has one set of shoes right now. Dirty shoes. ]

[ if you hate christmas music then we cannot be friends.

but— talking about his other items prove as a gentle distraction to a stomach wanting to settle. he goes along with it. ]

Mostly clothes, uniforms, a key— and there’s the Maneuver Gear. [ and that’s alien enough of a word for anyone, so then he adds: ] It’s pretty much gas-powered flying, with wires. [ extreme zip lining! the elevator pings and opens, and eren steps out. ] And swords.

[ fight him in the ball pit. Akira was preparing his mind for anything considering from the world he came from, but his eyebrows arch as Eren mentions Maneuver Gear.

And swords. ]

So you're like a different type of airman... That sounds pretty cool.

[ Imagining it— ]

And tiring.

[ we do not mention ball pits in this household. eren got trapped in one of those.

the elevator pings, and eren steps out, walking ahead and expecting akira to follow. ]

It takes endurance, but . . . It’s like nothing this world can imagine. [ it’s beautiful in fact, despite its actual use. like dancing through the air and tasting real flight. once he gets to his apartment door, though: ] —You okay with dogs?

Hey, we did imagine jet packs in the future.

[ It's not the same!! But that's okay. What a fool... Akira would also get trapped in one, but he would feel no shame over it. Following after Eren, he perks up at the mention of a pet. Oh, boy. ]

No problem here; I love dogs.

[ There's one problem... He owns a cat, so he probably smells similar to a cat. Does it dissuade him? No. ]

[ titan loves cats. he loves them in his jaws. on the other side of the day, the german shepherd has his snout to the ground, snarling into his sniffs because cat, cat. cat. but upon opening the door, and some german being barked under eren’s breath, the dog stares while seated, ears perked forward and staring at their guest. he’s got a star wars collar on.

and he wants to sniff his vomit feet and cat legs. welcome to eren’s lair, it’s huge. ]

You can clean off over there if you want, [ he points out the work area, meant for laundry and the like, while eren gets some water for himself and akira. two bottles. ]

[ Despite how he doesn't want to, he's already appraising Eren's man cave and grading it. Elliot got a steal with this man here. He's glad that his housemate is in good hands. When the German shepherd comes for him, his face brightens up, but he doesn't go for the full ruffles yet. Instead, he holds out a hand—only to be interrupted by reailty.

Right.

Shoes.

Vomit. ]

Thanks. [ Sorry, titan. Akira has to take off these smelly shoes now and make his way to clean them. It doesn't take long, but he has to leave them to dry, too. ] You live by yourself?

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