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🎁 :D

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“I suppose the obvious choice with a name like yours would be a Leafeon or a Leafstone, although I have to admit I don’t have either of those at hand.” Steven chuckled. Instead he pulled out a scarf, knitted from the finest of Mareep wool in a light green colour. 

“Perhaps this would suit you better than something similar to your name. Heh.” 

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🎁 Maybe one for travelling hobo?

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“How will Santa get to your house if you keep moving around like that?!” Steven was shocked, he didn’t want Aarune to miss out on Santa purely for the fact that he was travelling so much and didn’t have a chimney for the fat man to deliver presents down. Sure the man could have found a secret base to reside in, but he supposed Santa wouldn’t realise to stop for a bush, or a cave or even a tree.

Grabbing the man’s arm, he dragged him to the nearest department store, shoving the blonde towards a specialised tent that seemed to have a make-shift chimney structure. At least that way he would be able to move where ever he seemed fit.

“Pick a colour, the price isn’t important. I just don’t want you to miss out on festivities.”

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It was a difficult task to buy Malva a present. What does someone buy for a woman who could easily acquire anything that she would need. What does someone buy for someone who lives in Kalos - a region with an entire city dedicated to being stylish.

After hours of searching, he found something he thought that the Elite would enjoy. A red gradient knitted jumper, covered in gold shimmer that was almost certain to bring out the pink hues of the woman’s hair. 

“Its not much, but it’ll keep you warm this winter.”

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🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 MAKE IT RAIN COAL, ROCK MAN.

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“I know that that coal is valuable material these days, but surely you would appreciate something much nicer.” He took a leafstone from his pocket instead. There was something about the trainer that seems too /good/ to receive coal. Even Steven wouldn’t allow such a negative stereotype at Christmas. 

“How about this, the colour is pretty and certainly seems like it would suit you. Plus it seems to be the only rock I have on me at the moment.” It wasn’t Steven’s intention to give out precious stones away, but was anyone going to be surprised if they did receive one from such a rock nerd. “If you’d rather, I can get another?”

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(I can't remember if this sent or not but for Steven icon url for contesthoennprincess)

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Loaded question (with Lys and Syc of course)

How often do you do that?

// post game-verse.tw/cw: halucinations

He had heard the question countless times. Dexio, Sina, Diantha, even Lysandre himself, but he was never was certain which of the voices were real and which were just a figment of his imagination. Laughing he picked up the near empty bottle of wine, and brought to his lips. 

It had gotten to the point where he no longer recognised the taste of the bitter liquid. After his third swig from the bottle, he laughed almost bitterly. 

“I suppose I could ask you the same thing about appearing in my living room like this.” Augustine couldn’t care at this point for the answer, but he felt like it was the only thing he could say. He took another plentiful swig.

“But if you must know, mon ami, it usually happens when I miss you.” Which happened to be a lot, so it happened. Augustine wanted to sob. He wanted to breakdown and tell Lysandre to come back already and explain his actions, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Augustine Sycamore was alone.

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"Steven...you're a woman? Why are you a woman!?" and why is he so much prettier than her????

She stared at the Sinnoh Champion for a while. She wasn’t entirely sure why she had turned into a woman, in all honesty, and that alone was scary enough. She missed her male body, after all, it was a bit difficult to balance given the new weight distribution in her chest.

Nervously she tugged at the bottom of her long silver locks gently before answering her companion.

“I wish I could tell you the answer myself. Heh.” She looked down at her now, much too baggy suit. “I just hope I still look like a presentable heir for my father... I’m worried with this new body that others will judge me...” She sighed.

“Is there anything you would change Cynthia?”