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[croibhristeoir]

[If you know Diarmuid at all--at all, he's been careful not to leave anyone out--then today you will find a box on your doorstep. The size may be different depending on what's inside (as is normal with boxes), but there will be a box all the same. Each appears very simple and tied with a dark green ribbon.]

[For Arturia: A pendant and a small lion, with a note simply reading To Arturia, the knight to whom I swear loyalty and the friend to whom I give my absolute trust.]

[The other dude calling himself Lancer gets a scarf and a bottle of whiskey with no note attached because Diarmuid couldn't figure out what on earth to write without embarrassing himself.]

[Issei gets a box with an outfit inside, the attached note saying I apologize if it's inaccurate at all, that's the best I could come up with.]

[To Devola, a shiny new instrument, the accompanying note reading I think all of us could use a little more music in our lives. It is my fond hope that your skill never goes unappreciated.]

[V/V gets a locket, because it kind of seemed like her thing.]

[Grainne: a pair of roses and a note simply stating Tá mo chroí istigh ionat.]

[Fionn, against all Diarmuid's better judgment? A simple sword he fully expects to get hit with at some point.]

[If you're not on that list but know this guy all the same? Fear not! For upon your doorstep is a box filled with cookies!]

[Feel free to call or visit later on; he'll just be in his hotel room feeling quite pleased with himself for accomplishing all this.]

Comments

[Voice]

[stripping.livejournal.com]

Niisan.

[Voice]

[croibhristeoir]

Hm? What can I do for you, dear little brother?

[Can you hear this satisfied smirk? It's totally audible.]

[Voice]

[stripping.livejournal.com]

I love you. You didn't have to get me that.

[Voice]

[heavenscorpse.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh, it's beautiful, Diarmuid!

[Voice]

[croibhristeoir]

Ah, excellent. I wasn't honestly certain of what you would like.

[Voice]

[heavenscorpse.livejournal.com]

Pretty things and angel wings usually work.

voice;

[ex_cashcow493]

Diarmuid, are you there?

[ As much as she tries to hide the excitement in her voice, it only leaks out in a more obvious manner. ]

voice;

[croibhristeoir]

Yes, Arturia, I'm here.

[Upon hearing the tone to her words, his own took on a clearly cheerful note.]

voice;

[ex_cashcow493]

[ WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE ANY COOKIES FOR ME ;w; ]

These gifts.. [ CAN YOU HEAR THE DERE? ] .. are a delight. I thank you for them.

[Text]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[Text]

[croibhristeoir]

Think nothing of it.

[Text]

[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I do not have anything for you yet.

Is there something specific you want?

perhaps a Fluttershy plushie?

[Reaction]

[truthsnomiracle]

[It came as no surprise to Edgeworth that he would find a package outside his hotel door from Diarmuid. His face fell, however, when he opened it to find cookies with Christmas shapes and decorated in red, white, and green -- a more blatant reminder of the season than just receiving a gift at all would be. Hadn't he made it clear that the holiday brought him pain? Was the knight less observant than Edgeworth had thought when he was called on not mentioning the role of unpleasant memories in this the second time around? He at least didn't seem to Edgeworth like the type who would do this out of spite over their ideological disagreement last week... but then again, the prosecutor had failed as a judge of character before.

Worse still, it would be wasteful to just throw them away. In a situation such as this where he was still trying to stabilize his living situation -- a task he wasn't used to, at that -- food was still food. They would probably taste good with tea, provided that he covered them with a napkin so he wouldn't lose his appetite at the sight of them. He'd have to store them in an opaque container, too...]

action;

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ This is one wife knocking on the door to his hotel room in a melodic strum, both of the roses braided into her hair already (what better use for such lovely flowers than to wear them), a pleasant smile on her face. Knock, knock. ]

action;

[croibhristeoir]

[Sup.]

Hello, my dearest. I was hoping I'd see you sometime today.

action;

[chroimilis.livejournal.com]

[ Of course he would. She's his wife~ ]

You know where I have taken up residency, Diarmuid. You shall visit whenever you feel the desire to, yes?

[action - Let's saaaaaay early-mid evening or something.]

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK]

[>There appears to be a Murderhound at your door once more...
>Smiling lazily, he appears to be carrying two shot glasses and a familiar bottle of whiskey...

> Greet him cordially.
> "I'm as honored that you're visiting me as I'm shocked you're not off chasing tail."
> "Drink it yourself, you lush. Today I go sober!"

...]

[croibhristeoir]

[>Greet him cordially.]

Hello--I was almost expecting you'd show up here. Please, come in.

bluh bluh so late my apologies

[athngabla.livejournal.com]

Hah, have I become that predictable already? Let's call it consistency instead, actually.

[needsteaplz.livejournal.com]

[text]

Thank you for the cookies, Diarmuid. They're quite lovely.

[croibhristeoir]

Excellent, I'm thrilled you liked them.

[text]

[bodyburning.livejournal.com]

Thank you kindly for this gift, Diarmuid. I must admit, it was a bit of a surprise.

[croibhristeoir]

In what way? I didn't want to exclude anyone I'd met here, that's all.

[voice]

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[When the audio feed starts the sound of a few lyre(?) strings being plucked at occur before the woman herself speaks.]

You are too kind. Seriously.

[voice]

[croibhristeoir]

[it's a lyre now, if only because i have completely forgotten what i searched to find that oops]

Hardly. I'm glad you're enjoying it.

['Because I'm flat fucking broke after all this.']