[ Ready and waiting, their unique little brood of omens and companions of the aqueous-dwelling variety. Shouto would never consider them pets, in the same way, he'd never consider Tim anything less than Allen's soul given tangible form and, therefore precious, and absolutely off limits. The little omen flaps his wings next to Kizu, who sits up to acknowledge his presence. She, too, sets her eyes on Allen, tilting her head slightly in that familiar way Shouto sometimes did. The koi, twice their size since Shouto first brought them home from the market where he was undoubtedly fleeced for the pair of them, turn toward the tapping sound coming from a familiar face. They scuttle closer, knowing they can usually get more food from Allen, and open their round little mouths, maybe not so little anymore, in search of food. ]
It's their first Christmas, too.
[ Is all he says, pointing to the dish crawling with frozen shrimp and crayfish. Ready to eat and one of their favorite foods if you don't count the live ones.
It's his and Kizu's second, and given how their little abode has grown three times its original size, they're practically ecstatic. It's in the way Kizu sits primly next to Tim, tail swishing back and forth. The way Shouto sets his hand on the small of Allen's back and leans down to press a kiss to his lips as if it's the most natural thing in the world. ]
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It's their first Christmas, too.
[ Is all he says, pointing to the dish crawling with frozen shrimp and crayfish. Ready to eat and one of their favorite foods if you don't count the live ones.
It's his and Kizu's second, and given how their little abode has grown three times its original size, they're practically ecstatic. It's in the way Kizu sits primly next to Tim, tail swishing back and forth. The way Shouto sets his hand on the small of Allen's back and leans down to press a kiss to his lips as if it's the most natural thing in the world. ]
Merry Christmas, Allen.