kaminokusaki | (no subject)

Valentine's Day was enlightening. I saw things I never thought I'd see, only hear about, so it was generally an amusing evening for me. I received a wonderful cake with beautiful calligraphy. The frosting was put to good use. I wrote my own calligraphy with it.

My sister had a wonderful time on her date. I can't wait to see her next month. It will be fantastic. ~~I should be walking again by then. Unless Hades is a dick and it lasts longer. I'd really rather not be a burden at her junior high graduation.~~

Tezuka, the next time there is punch at a feast on a love holiday, you might want to keep a flask of tea on you. Also, how did Niou taste? I imagine it was a mix of chocolate-covered marzipan, truffles, and cake.

Niou, you do not know the meaning of the following word: subtle. The only time I've seen your hands move that fast is when we're at an arcade.

Sanada, the cake was lovely. Did you get the frosting out of your hair? ...Also, I apologize for whatever may have happened while I was under the influence of that dreadful Aphrodite cabin concoction.

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I thought you wanted to practise calligraphy in general.

Most times.

Frosting in particular. When I get stuck on art, I practice calligraphy.

Really only during training.

Maybe I should get the Demeter cabin to supply you with plain cookies to practice on.

It shades my eyes from the sun and keeps my head warm in the winter.

Who will eat my handiwork?

Baseball caps aren't insulated. You could wear one of my knit ones with the puffy ball on top and the ear flaps.

Niou can have them.

Those are too restricting.

He can't. Tezuka has him on a post-Valentine's diet. It's very sad.

How so? It's not tied under your chin, but I guess if you want to tempt the fates and get frostbitten ears, you be my guest.

Then Tooyama or something. He eats everything, doesn't he?

I don't like the wool and things on the sides of my face. I do not get frostbitten ears.

I think you're thinking of that Hades boy who plucked grass to give to me as a peace offering.

What if it wasn't wool? Like alpaca or bamboo. Oh, that's right. You and your excessive body heat.

Yes, that one. What is his name?

It's itchy.

I don't know. Should I?

Bamboo or alpaca would be soft.