he all but begs you to help him decorate their christmas tree, well, his christmas tree, as he’s the one who spurred on decorating the house for the holidays.
he claims he planned to do it himself, but you note the suspicious tallness of the tree he picked; even with a step ladder he’d have trouble with the top branches. when you mention this, his first response is a sheepish grin.
“okaaay, you caught me,” he peers up at you impishly, “i just like having you around; this seemed like a good way to do it.”
there aren’t too many ornaments, so the tree’s still a little sparse when your done, but for the ones you do pull out of the boxes, shou mentions a little something about each one.
most of them were bought when his parents were still together, there were even a few embarrassing ones from when he was little.
“oh, my mom sent me this one a little while ago!”
that’s when you notice something a bit odd about a few the brunette placed on the branches himself...
“...shoe-shaped ornaments? are you serious?”
