[OPEN/CLOSED DEPENDING ON PROMPT] Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle All the Way!

[lonelysmiles]

Who: Alastor and you!
Which: Log, Open/Closed depending on the thread prompt
Where: Around Reverein in general for the open prompt, Alastor's home for the closed one
What: Christmas presents and a private Christmas party!
Warnings: Standard Alastor warning weirdly coupled with some potential sugar and wholesomeness.


Merry Christmas to all!

Comments

[lonelysmiles]

"Very much so! And I see it's done much the same for you!"

Alastor's grin literally brightened a bit at that.

"I didn't expect you to be out and about, but fortunately I was prepared!"

He reached beneath the blanket to pull out a squishy wrapped package that had been warmed by the loaves of bread he was also carrying. He held it out to Ralsei.

"Merry Christmas, my good fellow!"

Inside was a large quilt bearing the rune symbol that Ralsei had sketched, perfect to act as a bedspread or perhaps a rather large throw blanket. Alastor had gotten quite creative with the bright colors that made up the background and border of the quilt and he'd hand-embroidered smaller versions of the rune into the background.

[a_sweet_little_peach]

Ralsei admires the craftswork of the quilt, brushing his hands gently along it with a captivated smile. He's already thinking about where best to put it. Perhaps for his bed, and then before company comes over he can give it a wash and put it on the couch...

"Oh, thank you so much, that's delightful! I love it! And for you..."

He bequeaths his own wrapped gift to the demon.

Within was a bifurcated, joined (on one side) casing for his microphone, intended to be used with the equipment. It was in purple and black, but as he pointed out how, the colors could be freely changed. He'd also worked with Dreamotiologists to be sure it would work well with Alastor's native abilities -- it should shrink and vanish along with the microphone, for maximum convenience!

"I hope you have a wonderful christmas as well!"

[lonelysmiles]

Honestly, Alastor could dismiss and summon the microphone at will. He didn't need such a case.

However, he beamed at the amount of thought and care that had gone into it.

"Thank you, my good fellow! And indeed I shall! This is quite lovely!"