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[Come Christmas morning, Auron is going to find a gift waiting for him that's been wrapped in a furoshiki. Inside, is a folded up greenish/gray scarf and a pouch with some tea leaves wrapped up inside. A card is attached to the gift.]

Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday, Auron!

I wasn't quite finished knitting your gift, so I couldn't give you your present at the party. The tea leaves are oolong with a hint of peppermint to them. It's a great pick me up if you're ever feeling tired. The scarf I made is for your wyvern. I hope it's long enough. ~ Naruhodou

From:

brotrips

[ Auron's gift from Noctis will be a new fishing pole and tackle box along with a map that shows the bodies of water where Noctis has had the most luck.

He'll also include a box of tea that may or may not be Regis' favorite. ]

From:

schmisse

[ Some time during the late afternoon while Weiss is at the Gold Pan, she spots a patron that looks very familiar, but she can't quite put her finger on it. And so, she tries to think and figure out who the other person is.

It is why Auron, unknowing of what is happening and definitely an unintended participant to this mental conversation, receives a variety of images of people from Remnant, as well as people from Empatheias. These images have no context at all, they just flash in his head the same time Weiss tries to recall each and every person she's met here, then, her voice echoes. ]

Ugh... I feel like a stalker for trying to recognise this girl. It would be strange if I walked up to her and said "Hello. I've been staring at you for some time now and I just had to ask - Have we met before?"

Ew - that sounds like a dirty old man's pick up lines. I shouldn't even bother. If I can't remember her, she's probably not important. What's more important is my grilled salmon, which does not seem to be here yet. [ And her impatience bleeds through the transmission to the point that Auron may suddenly feel impatient, too. SHE WANTS HER GRILLED SALMON. ]

From:

seasaltkeys

What do meow wows even eat? It can't be regular dog food...can it?

From:

dnaofahalfa

So that job posting about refurbishing.

I've done patch repairs on roofs before, though never actually did new roofing myself. I can do pretty much any manual labor. I'm also pretty good at washing clothes.

[Sure, she may have to just stick to ghost form at the place for manual labor, but frankly, if she can get a roof over her head for the longterm, she is all for it.]

[Might as well use some of that under the table job experience.]

From:

tenyearswaiting

[However the resolution with GEM went, what matters is the fog is gone and people are getting back to normal. It doesn't mean Jecht is going to stop hovering like a mother hen over Auron though, especially with Regis still gone.

He sighs when he finally finds Auron at the shelter and walks over while he scratches at the top of his head.]

Don't just up and leave the house before breakfast, Aur' [He drawls the end of his name with a yawn and plops himself down next to his brother.]

From:

innermonologues

Hey. I want to talk to you when you're not busy...

From:

boundbynaught

A brief but sincere note tops the box:

From Arden & Naminé,
We were thinking of you, so please enjoy these cookies, since you're one of our friends.

Inside is two of each variety of cookie, some more pristinely decorated than others, but all sugar cookies with roughly the same flavor of frosting on all of them, differentiated only by shape and decoration:
- Tropical Beach themed
- As-Seen-From-Above Flowers or From-The-Side Flowers
- Hearts with a Floral Motif or More Abstract Patterned Hearts
- Brightly Colored Cupcake or Classier Colored Circles
- Simple Sprinkles

From:

tenyearswaiting

Jecht doesn't go to Auron immediately. He was kept busy dealing with the sandwurm goop on his and Tidus's swords. It gave him something else to focus on while he considered his next steps...

Except there's not much to consider. He can't plan for this.

So a barefoot and shirtless Jecht soon barges his way into From The Hearth's kitchen, clearly breaking the rules Auron set for him (and which he's admittedly been good about up till right now).

"We need to talk," he demands. He's possibly tracking dirt in and why are his feet wet? "You've seen him, haven't ya?"

From:

tenyearswaiting

With enough time to calm down, recover, and readjust, Jecht will be waiting outside From The Hearth after closing. He alternates between pacing and leaning against the wall of the building across the way while he waits for Auron to finish with the books.

He doesn't want to draw any more ire by disrupting his work on top of... everything else. He sighs and scratches the back of his head, only straightening quickly and stepping forward when Auron exits.

"Hey," he greets, friendly enough if a little subdued.

From:

blitzcheer

[ about a week after the JECHT incident (excuse you above thread!!), there's a hum through the amulet from what may be a surprising source, considering Tidus's original response to the communication method.

Connecting to it, the line will be....somewhat decent. There's definitely a low presence of discomfort in the background. ]

Auron!

[ But there's definitely an Attempt being made to cover it up with a cool attitude. As Tidus obviously has in spades.

also no he's not opening up with more than that ]

From:

seasaltkeys

[For Christmas, Auron gets a hand carved set of bookends for the inn. They look like old tomes, are a bit rough, and probably could have used an extra coat of paint, but he's done his best.]

Merry Christmas. Thanks for the Cookies.

From:

mooglebow

[Auron is getting visted by Serah Claus! There's a nice box with two bottles of a nice sake and a nice bottle of red wine for he and Regis to share.

There's a note attached to the box that reads "Merry Christmas for you and Regis; thank you for giving me a place to stay when I needed it, and if you ever need someone to take over for a day or two at the Inn for you and Regis to get away, you know how to find me. ♥

-Serah"]

From:

blitzcheer

[ Out on the front door step is a tupperware container, with the note ‘Christmas cookies--leftovers’ scrawled in Spiran handwriting--the only clue of who it might be from, when there’s no name attached.

Inside, it’s as it says on the lid...somewhat. There’s cookies alright, but such a mismatch of all sorts tightly packed together. There’s a couple of jammy dodgers in the shape of moogle heads, its nose showing as jam in the centre. Normal circular gingerbread biscuits, chocolate gingerbread biscuits, florentines, white chocolate and cranberry, almond and coconut. There’s also three raspberry and custard viennesse whirls with blue food colouring in the soft biscuit, because why not.

There’s another note inside listing the biscuits, without actually saying which is which. The only other note is a strip of paper attached to tissue paper, wrapped around something.

‘A girl called Serah made this’

Inside it is a cookie in the shape of the Zanarkand Abes logo, that’s gone soft by now and whenever it was originally gifted. ...it might be easy to guess who he wanted to see it, even if he doesn’t directly state it. ~~Regis, obviously.~~ ]

Edited Date: 2020-01-03 03:19 am (UTC)

From:

tenyearswaiting

[Taped to Regis and Auron's room door is a nondescript envelope that when opened features a series of tickets, some brochures and a custom flyer with lots of hearts and stars and shiny dots to replicate glitter (he was told including actual glitter would not be very romantic :|) and a dark motif with the text:]

'All-expenses paid romantic adventure getaway for Regis and Auron.

Please make your way to Shaarnath at your earliest convenience.

[And another note that's handwritten by Jecht 'Go crazy, lovebirds. Try to relax.'

Tickets feature access to use of a wyvern at the ranch, access to the games at Arcadia, written instructions to local-favorite pools, and the inn they'll be staying at.]

From:

blitzcheer

Hey, Auron, I need you to come with me somewhere after work. It’s a surprise. No asking, okay? Trust me, it’ll be worth it.

[ That’s an exchange Auron will be led into with Tidus, and whether or not he agrees to go anywhere with Tidus that night, he will be pestered into picking another date as a compromise. Whatever night it is, Tidus will meet with the man and take him into the streets the smithies usually line, though he won’t be taking them to any of those.

Where he’ll be leading them is a store with a proper front, displaying gloves of a variety of makes on the other side of its window, from leathers to metal. The surprise is pretty much up once Tidus stops at the front door, so he’s sure to swing around to face Auron, wearing his best breezy and chipper demeanour. ]

I want you to try it on, see what you think. If you don’t like it, just say. You won’t hurt my feelings!

[ And with that, Tidus takes Auron inside. There’s already a prototype for the glove that Tidus wants to give him, for his sword-using hand: a mix between a good strong leather and metal, with the section of particular note the metal band that goes across after the knuckles, with two indentations for crystals to be inserted into, so as to be used with dunamis. Simple paint work decorates it, in the fashion of the green and blue pattern on Auron’s upper pauldron. Tidus has seen it enough to know it off by heart; and anyway, he happens to like some colour on fancy gloves or gauntlets.

Auron’s presence is necessary to get a good glove fit, and depending on if and where he wears a ring, making sure to give room for it on the finger it’s on. A second glove with the same crystal slots is optional, depending on Auron’s preference, since Tidus knows he doesn't usually bother with a second glove in battle.

Or he can turn down the gift entirely, if he really wants to.

But if Auron doesn’t, the glove - or gloves; Tidus will make Auron decide himself if he wants one or two, don't be fussy and think about the cost! - should be ready before Selenium arrives, and Tidus will leave them at the house. Or if they’re turned down, well…

Auron will just have to wait for Tidus to think up something else!! ]

From:

tenyearswaiting

Where else would Auron find Jecht when the man is home and not in his room, really? Not his fault they have a really nice roof.

He's lying down, hands behind his head, staring up at the stars again, humming the hymn quietly. He's sad, misses Braska already, but there's also a kind of calm he never thought he'd find again. More than anything, he found closure.

He wonders if Auron found the same.

"You know, I think I'm ready to go back to the Farplane when the time comes." He looks over. "Don't get me wrong. I don't wanna leave any of this behind either." But knowing Braska is there waiting. It's not a bad deal.

From:

blitzcheer

[ Brng brng on Auron's amulet, guess who's gotten used to these things now? ]

Hey, Auron! All your bones in workin' order?

[ Probably the guy who's being rather lively today, and sounds like he's Up To Something. ]

From:

blitzcheer

[ The Flower Festival never happened!!!

Which is how Tidus would love to live his life, but life is never fair, so he'll have to go with the next best thing: Showing people he doesn't care how he acted during the Flower Festival. He didn't say embarrassing things! He didn't say embarrassing things to any old men! And not to any called Auron!

...

He doesn't care, watch him care so little.

Which he'll have the chance to express when he comes to Auron and Regis's house, quelle surprise, failing to remind himself not to wear a downtrodden face. Tidus considers knocking on the front door except, uh, no? but tentatively opens it and sticks himself halfway in, a gift bag dangling from hand, calling out: ]

Heeeey, Auron? Anything weeeird going onnnnn heere?

[ No old men making ooooout, riiiight? ]

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