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leanlikeacrowlo replied to your post:“Triton! Take a bath recently? I could smell you a mile away. Mind if we have a little chat?”

“Oh, just…a casual talk! Don’t worry your scruffy little head over it.” {He might want this conversation to happen, but being even a little nice was far than acceptable for him.}

A casual talk? Well, if this really was going to be one of these basic chatters, then clearly one shouldn't let it start this way. Made it seem quite suspicious, minding the fact both of them didn't like each other that much.

"Ooookay, when you say so", Luke answered, pretending to not smell anything out of the ordinary. "How... are you? Are things going fine with... the market?"

These pauses were not for effect. They were real.

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"Triton! Take a bath recently? I could smell you a mile away. Mind if we have a little chat?"

Luke, taken aback by the unexpected advance of the Raven Gang's leader, presented the other boy with a bare expression in return, mouth slightly opened and brows formed in a frown, for he was not quite sure if his words were to be taken as a compliment or a very well worded insult. It took him quite some time to build a coherent answer to that offer.

"Sure", he eventually said, not incurring the former. "What would you like to talk about?"

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Presents, I guess.

Presents: Your character and mine exchanging gifts.

Nobody knew why every adult in this small village had agreed to this stupid event. A Secret Santa. Only for the children in Misthallery.

To admit it Luke wouldn't have anything against such a small thing (for a nice present is sweet after all!), if he hadn't gotten him out of every small person living here in this town. Him, the head of the Black Market. Him, the one who almost cut his neck that one time. Anyone, but Crow. Though, obviously, bad luck liked to play such fine tricks.

Although the young apprentice despised lots of things about this so-called leader, there was no reason for him at all to get an awful gift. Being the goodie he was, Luke had started with the thought of at least trying to find something nice until soon enough that search turned out to be a puzzle of hunting in which he asked all around in town, with all around being mostly Wren and Badger, for the perfect gift to give to such a boy. What he got out of the two of them wasn't very promising nor informative: "Yer really want ta give him something?", "Uh- he likes money!", "Kisses at his fore'ead?", "Some'ing with... birds?".

Information he already knew, or didn't want to hear. Or so he thought for a second until an idea hit him.

It was the day of the 24th, the day of the Holy Night which now was lovingly called The Deadline. Crow was strolling through the stalls, after having checked the current incomes with Marilyn, as a familiar and noisy voice sounded from behind of him, making him stop in his walk in small surprise.

It didn't take a genius to guess to whom that annoying voice belonged to, nor took it long to put why it was there in the beginning. The tall boy turned around with a smirk to see a small Triton, standing his man, a small boxed present tightly gripped in his hands. Before he was even able to let a cheeky comment slip, the other quickly cut him off:

"No. Don't. Say a word."

He could see the uncomfortableness in the face of the other, and it took him tons of strength to not let a comment escape. But nonetheless, even if the urge was edgy and spicy, he managed to stay quiet, not even allowing the corner of his mouth to dart up again, when he gave Luke a serious stare.

"Hope you like it. You butt."

And with that the younger boy quite literally pushed the small box hard into the arms of the leader, before he quickly made a 180° turn and ran off, throwing snow up which then slowly fell down like pretty stardust.

For quite a while Crow stared at the spot the apprentice once had stood moments before, mouth gaping a little bit in astonishment of how quick the thought of Luke being useful in the Raven gang crossed his mind. Eventually, he shook the idea off and finally turned his attention to the box in his hands. It was small, wrapped in red papers and even had a small ribbon around it, letting it look like one of these perfect fake decoration presents in the shopping centre. Clearly, his mum had helped him right there, but the thought of that boy binding a ribbon made him laugh either way.

Noticing he had stared at the package for some time, he caught himself and started to unpack it. As red papers met the snow, the young man eventually held a small black and soft box in his hands, one of these things you would see at a jeweller. Tilting his head slightly, he opened it.

Short moments after his sight wandered around the box, a smile hushed over his features as he made out the little object, shining in the velvet cloth. With a steady hand he slowly reached out for the thing, carefully holding the string of it between his finger tips in fear to break it: It was a silver necklace on which a silver figure of a raven was attached to, seemingly setting off for a fly, telling by its spread wings and the body posture.

Crow stared at the little silver bird for a few more seconds until finally a held back laughter left him which he let drift out into the snowy night, as he put the jewelry around his neck. Funny, he thought to himself. Now how was he supposed to find that little Triton guy to give him his present?

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"Oh hey, Crow. I... missed you as well. Like holla."

Yes, exactly the person he was completely eager to see at first.

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