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Rhode Kamelot || D. Gray-man ([personal profile] suchselfishness) wrote in [community profile] soul_logs2011-10-31 11:40 pm

Special Delivery

Characters: [livejournal.com profile] suchselfishness, [livejournal.com profile] ih8spiders, & [livejournal.com profile] alphaspider
Location: 11F Corridor, Casualty Communal
Rating: G
Time: Midday, December 24
Description: Rhode is doing deliveries for Christmas presents, but things get entertaining when she stops by to see her first Death City friend.

It was absolutely freezing outside, but Rhode had bundled up in her warmest jacket and boots before venturing out into the snow and ice. She'd spent far too long on making all of these presents to let them sit around the apartment until after the holiday had passed. Her deliveries went one apartment at a time, setting them outside the door and ringing the bell before scurrying off.

At last, she reached the doorway to Kuroro and Kurapika's apartment (after far too many stairs; really, who lived on the eleventh floor of anything?) and ran to the door. Hitting the bell, she stood back, smiling and rocking back on her heels. Kuroro was going to be so happy to see her after all this time, and she was certain that he would love the presents that she had made for him and his partner.
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[personal profile] ih8spiders 2011-11-01 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Christmas Eve, whatever today was--was turning out to be a really crappy day. Finding out from Saralegui that he and Sasuke had separated, of all things, had been highly unpleasant, and then running into Nobunaga right after he'd exited from the clinic...

Well, suffice to say, he was going to have a hard time convincing himself to venture back out for his second shift in the afternoon. The doorbell was ringing, however, and he eyed it with some trepidation from his place in front of the kitchen sink. It couldn't be Nobunaga, coming back for seconds, could it?

Kurapika closed the faucet, flicked his hands free of the last drops of water and wiped them on the hand towel hanging by the counter. He was still feeling a bit banged up, and had no wish to get pulled into another scuffle, but he could just slam the door shut if it really was Nobunaga...

He took the few steps that made up the distance from kitchen to door and unceremoniously pulled it open.