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Kusuriyuri had never had a Christmas before. There was the Summer Christmas, but he found this winter Christmas somehow more fulfilling. He should have been studying, but instead, he created a picture for Kurama. His lesson would be slightly delayed, but he felt it was worth it. The astrolabe Kurama gave him was both beautiful and functional.
He was relaxing a bit, having tea in their room rather than in his office. The wind sang a lonely song to itself outside. He listened to it as he sipped his tea, not quite meditating.
((OOC:yes, and rather not worksafe as it goes along))
He was relaxing a bit, having tea in their room rather than in his office. The wind sang a lonely song to itself outside. He listened to it as he sipped his tea, not quite meditating.
((OOC:yes, and rather not worksafe as it goes along))