The Rain in Spain... ((Closed RP, Mello Kurama))

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It was a well-known fact that, if you wanted to buy a fantastic, hand-crafted musical instrument, you went to Spain. And the best instruments in Spain were made in Barcelona. The best guitars, to be exact. That's where Kurama'd gotten the one he'd owned back in his own world (with more than a little difficulty) and he'd been spoiled for any other kind since. The Room of Requirement hadn't been any help either; it didn't have any instruments that weren't charmed to never go out of tune, or to play perfectly with no effort on the part of the player. No fun at all in that, certainly.

He figured, if no one else, Mello would be up to going with him (and would also be up to whatever mischief they could cause while there) so he printed a postcard with a picture of the Sagra de Familia on it and a big question mark on the back, sending it on to Mello by owl.

The greatest gift... (closed, River/A)

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River hadn't experienced Christmas (not a REAL one) for a long time. Sure, she'd gotten little gifts, but had completely blanked out the date, and was more than ecstatic when she received her gifts, with one in particular was extra special. She put on the pendant A had given her immediately, and made tracks from her room to his, trailed by her (quickly growing) kittens, and wearing a grin as big as a cheshire cat.