[ On Christmas morning, Di Feisheng will find a gift from his Secret Santa. There are, in fact, several gifts from his Secret Santa, thankfully magically delivered by the owls who brought them their assigned recipients in the first place. Because of course his random Secret Santa has no idea where he lives — but does, in fact, know him, just by chance, and went all out with his gifts to impress him. It took two owls to deliver it all...! Evidently, Di Feisheng's luck continues to be either horrible or wonderful with that bizarre kid from the slumber party.
There's a large parcel poorly wrapped with brown butcher's paper and twine; inside, he'll find a bag of espresso beans, nestled between a metal stovetop espresso pot and an old-fashioned wooden espresso grinder, along with a set of four small white coffee cups and matching saucers, plus one (1) metal spoon, all stubbornly crammed in together so that the sides of the box slightly bulge once it's opened. Determination over presentation, clearly...
Beside it, there are three other boxes wrapped in the same plain brown paper, each one smaller and smaller in size, but all tightly tied up together in one willful stack. The bottom box contains an assortment of fresh cornetti, some plain, some filled with cream or chocolate; the next box up is simply half a dozen chocolate-covered strawberries — perhaps a clear tip-off that Meryl Stryfe's impromptu survey was actually a spy at work for Secret Santa, ahem... Finally, the smallest box contains a jar of strawberry jam and a jar of chocolate spread with one (1) metal butter knife shoved in between, just like the singular spoon in the box of espresso necessities. Di Feisheng has everything he needs for a terrific breakfast, and then some.
Somewhere in the mix, though, he'll also find a plain envelope bearing his name in notably poor, childish handwriting:
And within the envelope, he'll even find a hand-drawn Christmas card, made just for Di Feisheng... At least it offers some, uh, explanation about his many gifts. Sort of. Even with clearer context, this child's thoughtful gesture is... certainly... something. ]
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backdated (extremely) to uh Christmas; lol hello, back from hiatus, I am so so sorry but here you go
Date: 2024-02-20 11:28 pm (UTC)There's a large parcel poorly wrapped with brown butcher's paper and twine; inside, he'll find a bag of espresso beans, nestled between a metal stovetop espresso pot and an old-fashioned wooden espresso grinder, along with a set of four small white coffee cups and matching saucers, plus one (1) metal spoon, all stubbornly crammed in together so that the sides of the box slightly bulge once it's opened. Determination over presentation, clearly...
Beside it, there are three other boxes wrapped in the same plain brown paper, each one smaller and smaller in size, but all tightly tied up together in one willful stack. The bottom box contains an assortment of fresh cornetti, some plain, some filled with cream or chocolate; the next box up is simply half a dozen chocolate-covered strawberries — perhaps a clear tip-off that Meryl Stryfe's impromptu survey was actually a spy at work for Secret Santa, ahem... Finally, the smallest box contains a jar of strawberry jam and a jar of chocolate spread with one (1) metal butter knife shoved in between, just like the singular spoon in the box of espresso necessities. Di Feisheng has everything he needs for a terrific breakfast, and then some.
Somewhere in the mix, though, he'll also find a plain envelope bearing his name in notably poor, childish handwriting:
ｲට: ᗪι ƑƎιᦓᏂɘᑎᧁ
ƑᖇOᗰ: ᗩㄥᗷƎᖇｲට
( ყටᑌᖇ ᦓƎᑕᖇɘｲ ᦓᗩᑎｲα. )
卄αᑭᑭყ ᑕ卄ᖇιᦓᗰᗩᦓ,
ᦓιᘜᑎටᖇɘ! ☆
And within the envelope, he'll even find a hand-drawn Christmas card, made just for Di Feisheng... At least it offers some, uh, explanation about his many gifts. Sort of. Even with clearer context, this child's thoughtful gesture is... certainly... something. ]