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[ Vanitas is in the kitchen, surprisingly, setting an empty plate and glass in the sink. He looks pretty relaxed, despite the Santa hat perched on top of his helmet, and the fact that the ~~skirt~~ ~~buttcape~~ fabric at his waist has turned red and fur-trimmed. They were very much not his choice, thanks, and the hat won't come off his helmet. ]

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[...Pffffffffff.]

I don't think you're jolly enough to be Santa.

How observant of you.

[ Someone else can wash that plate and glass, if Ven's here. ]

... But I think you could use it. You're such a stick in the mud. I bet you don't even know how to have fun!

If I felt the need to prove that I do know, you'd be forced to take that back.

[ He reaches up, absently tugging on the ball on the end of the hat. It doesn't budge from his helmet. ]

Lucky for you, I don't feel like it.

[Which makes him laugh just a little. Someone's feeling much better today!]

I bet you're just saying that.

[But, la de da, he's going over to the cupboard... and scooping out a cookie jar. :D]

[ Inwardly, that pleases him. Outwardly, it's impossible to tell. ]

You wish.

No, I know.

[Doop. Pulling out some of the cookies he and Zack made. :D]

Oh yeah. This proves I can make 'em from scratch.

Alone?

[ One must wonder how he knows these things. ]

... Uh. Well...

[>| It still counts!]

That's what I thought. Face it, Ventus, you're just not capable of something even that small.

... Shut up! I could do it on my own just fine.

[grrr... You always make him so frustrated, Mr. Van.]

I'm stronger than you think.

Heh. No one mentioned strength.

[ Does someone have some issues when it comes to fighting~? ]

Well, I'm more capable than you think. How about that?

[:c ...nom.]

I doubt it.

[ Aw, did he knock his mood back dooown. ]

I can prove it!

[Yes. Yes he did. :c]

And just how do you plan on doing that?

I'll think of...something. Or you can suggest something, I guess.

Why should I help you?

I guess you wouldn't.

[grumblegrumble. Big jerk... why does he even bother? 8|]

It's a wonder you ever had friends the way you act.

[ Why do you bother, Ven? ]

You'd be surprised. Too bad I won't be telling you.

[Because he's stubborn and always seems to run into him. :| And curious.]

I didn't expect you to.

You shouldn't talk about things you know nothing about.

Well, you shouldn't be so doubtful.

Why not?

[ ...... ]

[ Ven can't tell, but he's being stared at now. He's just waiting for something to be said. ]

... I don't think that look really suits you.

Thanks for the input. I'll let you know when it matters.

[Stares at that. Santa hat.

And then she's confused because--]

[ Dishes are in sink and- hello Naminé. There's a raised eyebrow under that helmet, not that she can tell. ]

[In all honesty she has no idea what to ask first. What is a Vanitas doing here, why do you sort of feel familiar in a distant way that has nothing to do with Vanitas or why are you wearing a Santa hat and your ass cape is red and fur-trimmed.]

Can I help you?

[ He hasn't spoken with any Naminés yet, so this could be... hm. He's not even sure. ]

...

[Let's go with question number three for now.]

What are you wearing?

[._.]

Something festive. I'd heard this place enjoyed spells, but this is ridiculous.

That's... one way to celebrate it, I guess.

If I could remove it, I would.

Can't you?

It's stuck. Both things.

[Frown, curiously walks over.]

[ He might tense just a little, mostly because he's pretty sure he's about to have his personal bubble invaded. ]

[Hey, no worries. We're practically the same person. That, or I tried pulling off your helmet once and you creeper laughed at me. Reaches out a hand to try and pluck the hat off.]

[ Okay, tensing a bit more. But the hat doesn't budge; if anything her tugging just makes his head move a bit. ]

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