`&. DECK THE HALLS
ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴀsᴋ of setting up tree, something seemingly simple with which to occupy himself while meister takes care of buying more ornaments ( last years lay shattered within boxes, neither of them aware of what caused such though both believe a certain assassin may have been involved ), weapon has found that he hates setting up Christmas trees. The pine needles are a hassle, hair catching and tugging, green pieces of foliage sticking in odd places and thus far only half the lights are situated upon it. At the rate it's going, he has no doubt that by the time Maka returns home it will appear as though he first attempted to have a wrestling match with it -- something he'd quite like to do at given time, if only to take out some frustration.
It's too big, not in height but in girth, boy having to continuously circle around it, poked and scratched and judged by stupid feline ' sleeping ' several feet away on nearby couch. He has half a mind to simply give up, wait for Maka to return and plead her help, but no, he can handle a stupid tree on his own.
What kind of kid can save the world but not put lights on a shrub? Certainly not him.
❝ Jeez... How uncool. ❞ A step taken back reveals it isn't particularly neatly done either, something he'll no doubt be scolded for if he doesn't fix it. If not by partner then by a certain child Shinigami, and with a sigh he moves to correct it -- and finds ankle tangled in a cord. Without thinking does he yank foot back, an attempt to get foot loose -- which works, something he would like to note first if anyone asks. However, consequence is the loss of balance of both himself and idiot tree, both falling the same direction and it would be his luck to hear meister walk in at the exact moment that he hits ground -- tree landing solidly atop his person.
He simply lays there. ( He's a tad embarrassed. )
