[And for her brother. And for Aki. And for Miki. Mitsuru.
Should probably get something for Minako's little stalker kid, too. Even if he doubts he gives a damn about Christmas—and maybe even material possessions. He's a Shadow, isn't he?
But he doesn't know.
Christmas has never meant much until now. Well, it still doesn't. All that's changed that there are people who do mean something and actually give a damn about Christmas and the little things that come with it. So now he's not sure quite what to do about a holiday he and Aki had never bothered to really celebrate much after Miki passed away. All it brought up was memories of toy stores and the kind of life they should have had but didn't. And now that he does have a reason, doing all this feels like stretching an atrophied muscle.]
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[And for her brother. And for Aki. And for Miki. Mitsuru.
Should probably get something for Minako's little stalker kid, too. Even if he doubts he gives a damn about Christmas—and maybe even material possessions. He's a Shadow, isn't he?
But he doesn't know.
Christmas has never meant much until now. Well, it still doesn't. All that's changed that there are people who do mean something and actually give a damn about Christmas and the little things that come with it. So now he's not sure quite what to do about a holiday he and Aki had never bothered to really celebrate much after Miki passed away. All it brought up was memories of toy stores and the kind of life they should have had but didn't. And now that he does have a reason, doing all this feels like stretching an atrophied muscle.]
You got money, kid?