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12/10

[We're sorry for Doppelganger Yu.]

Hi, Haru. It's Jaime.

I think I've got a business opportunity for you, if you're interested.

hey.

you okay?

that was pretty uh. weird.

[Backdated to whenever the hell this is taking place.]

Emergency! In need of support. And an armor upgrade.

Haru. Help.

[Sorry for any potential heart attacks, Haru. She's in panic!mode.]

[ Yusuke is very aware of what today is. He and Haru have always had a sort of understanding, a connectedness over the similar tragedies that brought them together as Phantom Thieves. Surely, he has some profound and kind words for her, on this, the anniversary of her father's death. ]

Hello.

Hey so

You and the others probably know that Yusuke's gone by now. He didn't leave a lot of stuff behind, but I've gathered everything he did leave behind. You guys have first dibs on what happens to it before I start packing it away

Did you want any of it?

Would you like meet Futaba and I at Leblanc?

Look, I'm not trying to be your mom or anything, but be careful if you're going to talk to Woden on the network, alright? The fucker holds grudges. Trust me, I know.

[ ...Also, now that she's been extremely rude. ]

Happy birthday, by the way.

Um...Hello? Haru? Are you able to talk?

I-if not, that's fine. Sorry. I'll, uh... [just click off and wait bc...that's how this works...,]

[Since Fuu doesn't know who Noir is or how to find her, she has looked up her network profile, feeling a little bit like a Bwitter stalker, and messaged her a New Year's card, with the added message:

Thank you for your support last year.]

hey haru-chan! are you free today?? there's something i wanna talk abt when i get home

He's back.

[And there's a picture attached. It's a selfie. From the distance of one of Kylo's over-long arms, he and Ronan are looking up at the camera with expressions that aren't difficult to interpret, though neither of them are smiling, exactly. A large raven is perched on Ronan's shoulder, leaning over to snatch a beakful of Kylo's long, wavy hair. Is it to give it an affectionate preen or a mischievous attempt to tug at it unimpeded while Kylo's otherwise occupied? Uncertain.
Behind the decidedly gothic trio, through a (possibly broken?) window, lie the fields of the Meadows— once again full of very much animate animal life.

Dream things fall unresponsive and empty when their dreamers die, puppets with the strings cut. But here, in this world where the dead can return, it seems their dreams can be restored too.]

[ Cassandra's mostly been keeping to herself, the past few days. But...there's a few people who really should know she's alive. She's seen Rex's post. So she knows of at least one person concerned. ]

Hey. Long fucking story, but- I'm back. And okay.

[ Well, not really. Mostly? ]

[to say Martin was shocked to see Rex carrying not just Cass, but Haru into the house after their venture out is...an understatement. truly, it was hard to really focus on any one thing at a time, be it an order or acting on one, and so he seemed as one of those wind-up toy soldiers, always needing a reset to get back into motion before his buzzing thoughts wound him down again.

at least now, after getting the girls settled, there was time to try and understand this. some kind of fight out there...Rex'd go into better detail if asked, but Martin can't really imagine it. the things he knows of fighting is nothing like what really happened, and what he knows leaves him feeling very dreadful about it indeed, despite assurances.

after being sent out to fetch food, Martin spends a lot of time moving between the rooms they're in -- an echo of the anxious ritual he sometimes has in the dead of night where he lingers just beyond door frames to listen for the sounds of breathing. how can he not worry? especially for Haru, whose face has a cluster of scrapes and a bruise here or there.

he'd struggled to remember what food she likes versus what he was advised to get, so, waiting for her on the nightstand is some bread and cheese and some snack she'd had when last she'd visited the house. he remembered what she picked then. there's flowers there, too -- exactly the same pair he'd picked the first time, remembering how well she'd liked them before; those are in a beer glass beside them.

there's also a tiny little ghost -- some kind of home goods nick-knack put out early at the store for Halloween. but Martin remembers she likes scary things, and while this is far more precious and cute than scary...he doesn't really know much better.

this'd be the...fourth? fifth? time he's come back in to check, this time having to saunter in closer to hear and be double-triple sure she was still just sleeping. he doesn't know how she sleeps, but he's impressing this to memory.

this time, lingering closer, he's more fixated on the scrapes on her face. there ought to still be extra ointment left from Circe's batches for that. part of him feels very urgently compelled to do something about that, but another part of him is terrified to even try. he might hurt her, just trying.

the sight of marks like those on her hurts.

without thinking against it, Martin's fingers move to carefully sweep some of her hair off her temple as he searches her face for more harm. before he can almost touch her ear, he realizes what he's doing and stops dead, his paralyzed by a hot rush that makes him near dizzy standing still.

he quickly retracts his hand to himself, wobbling a bit before sitting down on the carpet.

shouldn't do that. not sure why, but it--shouldn't do that.]

1st letter

V

s-e•-:-g-r
o-g•-s•
w-f•-h-a
o•-h-o
t-a-’-t-e
g-c-o-s-r•-r-a
c-h-h-h-m
c-o

[ A call from Yusuke means something very important or complete nonsense. Take the gamble? ]

I went to check out the cat cafe in De Chima. The scones were claw-ful.

The package is, possibly, a little intimidating. It's a cube about eighteen inches in all dimensions of blacker-than-vantablack blackness. When touched, because the eyes are easily deceived by its bizarre failure to interact with the light, it becomes apparent that the cube is a solid, but fairly lightweight... box, really, gift-wrapped in a sheet of paper that also happens to be 100% light-absorbing darkness.

Under the paper, the box reveals itself to be made of exactly the same material, impossibly black, featureless beyond a hinged lid. A novelty in itself.

Inside, Haru will find the following:
A warm, thick cowl-style scarf in a deep fuschia pink.
A pair of warm winter socks, white, made from 100% soft merino wool.
Protected under a glass bell, a flowering orchid.

Accompanying the gifts is a note on stark white cardstock, with the following, written with rich red ink in a surprisingly competent calligraphic hand:

A Christmas Gift from Kylo Ren.

[Haru gets a card with the Rising Sun on it. The reverse reads: I hope you have a wonderful year.]

Should I distract Yusuke tomorrow?

I don't know if you had anything planned for his birthday, but out of everyone in the team, it seems you'd be the one who would organize it.

[ He walks into her room with a heavy sigh, dread wearing on his shoulders as he lays face down on her bed. Everything was fucked and he absolutely dreaded what would happen, seeing Lucina again.

How would Haru react? He wasn't sure, which is exactly why he was in her room attempting to suffocate himself on her sheets. ]

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