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[eaxcardinal]

Outside your room was a very simple looking present, inside was a small scrapbook with pictures of Ophelia, Scarlet and you. Pictures from every date, event, and party. A small letter was included: "Cairo, thank you for the memories, and the love. I hope that we can continue filling this up in coming years, I love you -Opal"

Returning to the dorm, feeling a bit guilty after what he’dalready gotten, Cardinal stopped dead in his tracks at seeing another parcelwaiting. If anything else lovely happened to him this holiday, the oft unluckyyouth might just explode in a puff of stardust at such a joyful overload.Painstakingly slowly, cautious digits opened the gift with butterflies riotingin his stomach. As soon as warm eyes settled on the first picture he could feelthem tearing up.

Palm pressed against his mouth while he read the letter, sotouched that he could scarcely believe it was real. It wasn’t simply that Opalhad taken the time to hunt down so many photo’s of them, an impressive feat tobe sure, but that she’d alluded to the coming years. The future. Memories madeand time to be spent together.

Sniffles rang throughout the hall as he struggled to curbthe embarrassing effect of typical sappiness. The rebel was about ten secondsfrom beginning the verbal battle over who was more grateful again, when gaze caughtsight of a picture with the three of them and light chuckles spilled forth. Holidayswere a time to be spent with one’s family and, well, he was infinitely glad to have his,unexpected new member and all.

[eaxcardinal]

With a colorful green glittery wrapped box with a red bow on top, beneath the lid was two specialty cookbooks specifically for baking and the other for general culinary from around the world. A card laid waiting to be read, with the words saying, "Merry Christmas. Enjoy making more food as I've heard word from the school that you make a mean meal." - Grayson LeBeau

Ever since he’d passed the age of twelve, Cardinal nolonger expected to receive presents on Christmas. Of course, his family tendedto ignore such logic, but it was always a surprise when they did. So, findingthe vibrant box had him doing a double take and carefully extracting the cardto ascertain the appropriate recipient. He couldn’t stand the idea of somebodybeing let down on accident. As coffee hues scanned over the card’s contents andthen the package’s, he felt a little lump forming in his throat. Ezio had proven himself quite kind, yet he hadn’t expected something like this.

While lengthy digits rifled through their pages, alreadyearmarking his favorites, the aspiring culinarian made a mental note to gifthis fellow volunteer with a plate full of goodies from their recipes as soon aspossible.

[eaxcardinal]

*runs over across the campus before kissing the other and running away* ENJOY YOUR PRIZE

*//grins like the cat that caught the canary, watching her draw closer with every ounce as much sheer adoration as awaited the first snowfall. he couldn’t even conjure a complaint at the retreating figure while hands encircled mouth to call out after his much enjoyed reward/* THANK YOU! I ALWAYS DO FOR THE RECORD!