Yes! It's a -- it originates from the phrase "Cristes Maesse" back in around 1038, literally meaning Christ's Mass. It's originally a religious holiday, even if a lot of people don't celebrate it for the religion and more for the other shit, like couple's dates on Christmas Eve, or just spending time together with friends and family on the day of.
[ She folds her arms and sighs. ]
I wouldn't really consider him a kami, though...
[ She knows Santa exists in at least one world or another, but she's fairly certain that they don't exist in this one. Not that she'll say that aloud yet. ]
[Yuuto topples towards the couch. That’s a lot for his melting brain, Inaba. He vaguely understands what she’s saying and latched onto the most trivial of things in this history lesson.]
I don't have a date for Christmas Eve and you are going to be busy going to a party on Christmas with your other friends so. I'll deal with being alone. It's not a big deal.
[Oh, down he goes then. Yuuto can’t say this is comfortable, but he also can’t say much of anything. Inaba is so cool. She’s so tiny and scary. In his melted brain state, Yuuto can only think to admire her.
And that’s if he thinks at all. His eyes really won’t stay open. He’s so drowsy.]
I’m sorry… I’ll leave soon. I’ll- [He yawns.] … I’ll wake up. And go. Soon?
[Yuuto turns his head away. The emotions boiling in his soup brain are confusing. He's embarrassed, ashamed, sorry, scared- He doesn't want to be abandoned right after they made up. He doesn't want to sleep and leave Inaba alone. But the silliest thing of all is that he doesn't want to wake up alone. It's bad enough that he's so inconvenient a person that he has to be forced unconscious.
His belt twitches, subconsciously searching for a part of the couch to anchor himself to so that he can't disappear in his sleep. And Yuuto, defeated by a mix of words and strength, sighs.]
I... don't want to go away... I promised. [His tired voice is becoming more of a mumble. But he behaves and relaxes more on the couch. Maybe she can let him out of that pin now, even if he appreciates the contact. He can't vanish when her power is nearby.] ... thank you. 'naba. 'nyasumi.
[ Well, she'll at least adjust herself so that she's not pinning him anymore, although she does keep her hand on him to steady him - mostly as a precautionary thing.
Her nullification is through simple touch after all, and as long as she doesn't let go, it should be okay. ]
[She's lucky, in a sense, that Yuuto is being knocked out with medicine. Because in the last stubborn blink before he loses the fight, Yuuto's eyes have returned to their 'human' shade of gold. His tail suddenly goes limp and stops grabbing the furniture, and there is no threat of him moving items in his sleep. He's also a lot heavier than he should be and, lucky for him, he's too deep in sleep to mumble or cry about anything embarrassing.
Congrats on +1 useless pile of problems, Inaba. He'll be out for at least an hour or two.]
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[But he’ll accept the couch for now. Yuuto feels awful.]
I don’t want to go back… Crymass… Santa-senpai…
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[ Inaba... will not hold back any punches, literal or proverbial. ]
And since when is Santa Claus your senpai?
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[Weird word, but okay! His brain is becoming sludge anyway. Even the violet in his eyes is beginning to dim as he gets more and more drowsy.]
Aisaka-san said he can fly a sleigh so fast it goes around the world… and he’s nice. He’s a kind kami…
I’m gonna be that too dammit.
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[ She folds her arms and sighs. ]
I wouldn't really consider him a kami, though...
[ She knows Santa exists in at least one world or another, but she's fairly certain that they don't exist in this one. Not that she'll say that aloud yet. ]
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[Yuuto topples towards the couch. That’s a lot for his melting brain, Inaba. He vaguely understands what she’s saying and latched onto the most trivial of things in this history lesson.]
Don’t be alone on whatever the fuck it’s called…
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[He’s too tired to fight her. All of his effort is going into keeping his eyes open. Yuuto really doesn’t want to fall asleep on her couch.]
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[He tugs her sleeve,] And you won’t make it worse. Please?
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[Yuuto feels himself slipping into sleep. Apparently he’s determined to pass out in the snow and not on her couch, because he tries to get up again.]
We’re friends. I won’t leave you… except now. My eyes won’t stay open.
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[ And she may be small, but if he's getting tired she's going to go grab him by the arm with one hand and push him onto the couch with the other. ]
I'll get angry if you leave and pass out in the snow. I won't hesitate to twist your arm. I do know some pro-wrestling techniques, after all.
[ That, and nullification. ]
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[Oh, down he goes then. Yuuto can’t say this is comfortable, but he also can’t say much of anything. Inaba is so cool. She’s so tiny and scary. In his melted brain state, Yuuto can only think to admire her.
And that’s if he thinks at all. His eyes really won’t stay open. He’s so drowsy.]
I’m sorry… I’ll leave soon. I’ll- [He yawns.] … I’ll wake up. And go. Soon?
I’m sorry I got drugged.
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[Yuuto turns his head away. The emotions boiling in his soup brain are confusing. He's embarrassed, ashamed, sorry, scared- He doesn't want to be abandoned right after they made up. He doesn't want to sleep and leave Inaba alone. But the silliest thing of all is that he doesn't want to wake up alone. It's bad enough that he's so inconvenient a person that he has to be forced unconscious.
His belt twitches, subconsciously searching for a part of the couch to anchor himself to so that he can't disappear in his sleep. And Yuuto, defeated by a mix of words and strength, sighs.]
I... don't want to go away... I promised. [His tired voice is becoming more of a mumble. But he behaves and relaxes more on the couch. Maybe she can let him out of that pin now, even if he appreciates the contact. He can't vanish when her power is nearby.] ... thank you. 'naba. 'nyasumi.
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[ Well, she'll at least adjust herself so that she's not pinning him anymore, although she does keep her hand on him to steady him - mostly as a precautionary thing.
Her nullification is through simple touch after all, and as long as she doesn't let go, it should be okay. ]
Good night.
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[She's lucky, in a sense, that Yuuto is being knocked out with medicine. Because in the last stubborn blink before he loses the fight, Yuuto's eyes have returned to their 'human' shade of gold. His tail suddenly goes limp and stops grabbing the furniture, and there is no threat of him moving items in his sleep. He's also a lot heavier than he should be and, lucky for him, he's too deep in sleep to mumble or cry about anything embarrassing.
Congrats on +1 useless pile of problems, Inaba. He'll be out for at least an hour or two.]