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[Voice/Action] (backdated to Christmas morning)

[There are the sounds of a somewhat muffled conversation in the background before Richard picks up the journal to address it, a clear undercurrent of happiness and slight excitement to his voice.]

So this is what they refer to on Earth as a "white Christmas." I've read that this sort of Christmas is the best kind to have despite the weather... what do all of you think? Do you prefer the snow, or would you like a sunny day?

[He'll be sitting on the couch sipping a cup of tea while he waits for answers-- and his housemates, because IT'S CHRISTMAS AND HE IS EXCITED due to not having this holiday in his world. Might as well enjoy it while he's here, right?]

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Well, that settles that.

You two are both horrible people.

Hahaha... and yet I believe you were the one who wanted to live with us.

You know you secretly like us.

Yeah, whatever. You losers. [He's failing at keeping the grumpy look. Failing so bad.]

Losers and goofs, isn't it?

I think they're terms of endearment, coming from Isamu.

Man...

[They totally are.]

[Don't mind him just laughing, because he knows.]

[Just griiiiinning back at you, Isamu.]

[Screw you guuuuuys.] Weren't you suppose to be making food?

[Only if you ask nicely~]

That's right, we need to make breakfast. I don't suppose you'd help us if we asked?

It'll take even less time if we all cook.

What? No it won't. Eggs don't cook faster with more people staring at them.

[And anyway, that misses the point of cooking for him.]

Then you can make some toast to go with them.

[Just. Grinning at that.]

See? There's something.

[They will find things for you to do, Isamu. So lazy.]

Dammit all. Fine.

[He hopes you like it burnt. :|]

Thank you, Isamu.

[And he's going to get the eggs out of the fridge now.]

[Naoki chuckles softly and moves to the cupboards to get out the pans to set on the burner.]

[BURNT TOAST COMING RIGHT UP.

Well all right. He's not that bitter, and he can do this with little problem.]

[They'll have him trained yet at this rate.

Richard will just be helping Naoki out with whatever is needed and let the chef do his work.]

[Naoki may argue his being a chef but soon enough he's finishing up and putting the food on plates, glancing between them both.]

Wanna eat this in the living room?

[Logic = couch is more comfortable than kitchen table and fire is nice.]

Doesn't matter to me either way.

[That's a yes.]

Then the living room it is.

[AND THEN THEY CAN OPEN PRESENTS ahem.]

[Richard, the presents aren't going anywhere.

Picking up those plates and heading on in, then!]

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