[ Maya's palm against his hair reminds Momo to stand back upright, and to reach sideways to put 'Yuki' back down on a flat surface. With that done, he can offer Maya a seat, a flop, or anything else, really— there are blankets on the floor of the living room, scattered around for ease of access as opposed to any semblance of neatness or organization. ]
I know!! But you gotta tell me what you would've given everyone for the holidays— color me curious. ☆
[ A coy tip of his head. ]
...Did you get anything from our mysterious Santa, though? I can't believe I didn't ask that right away!!
Canned crab... [ Momo narrows his eyes, as if he can't quite tell if Maya is joking or not, because??? Canned crab...??? ] —They're really tasty in salads, I guess!!
[ ok momo ]
But, aww, come on! I won't tell anyone, promise— what would Maya-Santa give to all her children?
If I had the time, the money, and way better shopping choices, I'd proooobably get you more nail polish. And everyone else would get something meaningful and important and Guren would get a nap and Wei Wuxian would get six tons of coal.
I told you I can't top a photo of Yuki-san! [ Gosh!!
But after a moment, Maya pauses, and then (maybe a bit unusual for her), she starts to turn red and buries her face in her palms. And, muffled: ]
I met him in that ice palace and he stripped naked and tried to run away while he was suffering from hypothermia so I had to tackle him and literally wrestle him back into his clothes.
[ This is where he starts, cheerfully parroting some of the key phrases from what he's being told. It's hard to digest all of this in one sitting, but it slowly trickles in; the blushing, the muffled syllables from tighly-packed fingers, Maya's exasperation.
[ She doesn't want to dwell on it any more than this, rubbing her forehead. If she remembers naked men, then she has to think about the ghosts in her room every night doing What They Do and she doesn't want to think about that either. ]
Momo, I'm putting you in charge of a subject change.
That said, Momo's reenacting the "woman with math equations" meme over where he's sitting— he segues from that into the Jackie Chan meme, then settles into quiet, tired resignation. He's so sorry... he's so sorry he couldn't save Maya from this. He hopes that at the very least... the guy was an ikemen.
RIP. A deep breath, and his shoulders drop. ]
...Wanna hear about the time I had a part-time job as a mall Santa...? [ Nailed it. ]
But she was never going to be a bride anyway, so instead, she blinks slowly (and somewhat gratefully) at him, just relieved that somehow he hasn't entirely short-circuited or gone on some kind of vengeful punching spree.
... Not that she thinks he would, because it's Momo, but this is also the Momo who went after a knight with a bar. ]
[ Little does Maya know that Momo is the type to snap and become incredibly shortsighted when the people he cares about is in trouble... Momose "Bloody Eve" Sunohara, Momose "I ran out of the house with the water still running in the bathtub because my sister called me about a suspicious guy outside of her apartment" Sunohara.
He's doing his best. ]
Haha, well... it's exactly what it sounds like! I used to work a lot of part-time jobs before we made it big, and being a Mall Santa was one of them.
Anyway, Yuki's birthday's on Christmas Eve, so one year I went to his apartment still dressed in my Santa costume! I kinda miss pulling surprises like that on people— it's hard to do stuff like that here, you know?
Well, it's like they say... big names don't usually start off that way. But that's also something I could picture you doing almost way too easily.
[ How does Yuki deal with this, she wonders. ]
But, you know-- [ holding up a finger to punctuate her point. ] Maybe you can't do things exactly like that here, but I think if you get creative enough, you can still surprise people!
[ And maybe not give them heart attacks by sending terrible typos to their laptops. ]
[ Maya is absolutely a hypocrite, but that might just be how Persona protags are. Minato's worse about it, anyway. ]
I'm really bad at cooking, cleaning, and sewing anything bigger than a doll, so if you really want help from a package deal, then yep, I'd point to him first.
[ Maya is also not afraid to admit that she is absolutely the terrible bachelorette that her roommate says she is.
It's the job of a big sister to make sure she's honest about her precious siblings, the good and the bad. I just happen to know quite a few people who place everyone else first, so it's really easy to notice it with him.
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I know!! But you gotta tell me what you would've given everyone for the holidays— color me curious. ☆
[ A coy tip of his head. ]
...Did you get anything from our mysterious Santa, though? I can't believe I didn't ask that right away!!
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It's fine, you were having an emotional meltdown.
[ She... at least says it fondly?? ]
But it's nothing too exciting on my end. Just a box of canned crab.
[ Ah, memories. ]
... I'm not telling you about any ideas I have, though. Just in case I still have to do something.
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[ ok momo ]
But, aww, come on! I won't tell anyone, promise— what would Maya-Santa give to all her children?
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Do you want the fun answer or the truthful answer?
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—Both! In whichever order you want.
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[ Maya is still recovering. ]
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But after a moment, Maya pauses, and then (maybe a bit unusual for her), she starts to turn red and buries her face in her palms. And, muffled: ]
I met him in that ice palace and he stripped naked and tried to run away while he was suffering from hypothermia so I had to tackle him and literally wrestle him back into his clothes.
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[ This is where he starts, cheerfully parroting some of the key phrases from what he's being told. It's hard to digest all of this in one sitting, but it slowly trickles in; the blushing, the muffled syllables from tighly-packed fingers, Maya's exasperation.
When it hits, it.
Hits. ]
—You naked wrestled a guy in a castle?!
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D-don't phrase it like that!! He was the only one naked!! Momo!
[ She wants to die. ]
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[ He's. Rolling up his sleeves, for some reason?? ]
Listen to Papa Momo... if you ever see perverts like that again.... you have to call someone!!!
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He. Had. Hypothermia! He wasn't in his right mind!!
And if he does it now, I'll kick him in the face, so it's fine!
[ ... Is it fine. ]
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Some guys feed off of... weird stuff...!!
[ Momo why
He lets Maya roll his sleeves back down, but he looks Extremely skeptical. ]
Next time, definitely kick him and run!! [ MOMO!! DON'T PROMOTE THIS ]
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[ She doesn't want to dwell on it any more than this, rubbing her forehead. If she remembers naked men, then she has to think about the ghosts in her room every night doing What They Do and she doesn't want to think about that either. ]
Momo, I'm putting you in charge of a subject change.
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That said, Momo's reenacting the "woman with math equations" meme over where he's sitting— he segues from that into the Jackie Chan meme, then settles into quiet, tired resignation. He's so sorry... he's so sorry he couldn't save Maya from this. He hopes that at the very least... the guy was an ikemen.
RIP. A deep breath, and his shoulders drop. ]
...Wanna hear about the time I had a part-time job as a mall Santa...? [ Nailed it. ]
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But she was never going to be a bride anyway, so instead, she blinks slowly (and somewhat gratefully) at him, just relieved that somehow he hasn't entirely short-circuited or gone on some kind of vengeful punching spree.
... Not that she thinks he would, because it's Momo, but this is also the Momo who went after a knight with a bar. ]
Sure. I'd love to.
[ Save her. ]
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He's doing his best. ]
Haha, well... it's exactly what it sounds like! I used to work a lot of part-time jobs before we made it big, and being a Mall Santa was one of them.
Anyway, Yuki's birthday's on Christmas Eve, so one year I went to his apartment still dressed in my Santa costume! I kinda miss pulling surprises like that on people— it's hard to do stuff like that here, you know?
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Well, it's like they say... big names don't usually start off that way. But that's also something I could picture you doing almost way too easily.
[ How does Yuki deal with this, she wonders. ]
But, you know-- [ holding up a finger to punctuate her point. ] Maybe you can't do things exactly like that here, but I think if you get creative enough, you can still surprise people!
[ And maybe not give them heart attacks by sending terrible typos to their laptops. ]
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His reply to her suggestion is another low hum, a hm-mm that lilts at the end. Eureka. ]
You think? Maybe I can, with some help...
[ Uh-oh. Those big owl eyes lock on Maya. ]
Maya...? You're pretty good at sewing, right...? [ Because making plushies = making outfits??? We all know where this is going. ]
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[ She... can't say she didn't walk right into that one. ]
Plushies are completely different from sewing clothes and Ulala would kill me if I made a terrible outfit for a beautiful man.
[ She sure said that matter-of-factly. ]
So! Ask Minato-kun instead.
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[ He sure is replying matter-of-factly, too. Why are they like this. ]
But, really? Minato's good at stuff like costume-making? Is there anything that Minato can't do...?
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[ Maya is absolutely a hypocrite, but that might just be how Persona protags are. Minato's worse about it, anyway. ]
I'm really bad at cooking, cleaning, and sewing anything bigger than a doll, so if you really want help from a package deal, then yep, I'd point to him first.
[ Maya is also not afraid to admit that she is absolutely the terrible bachelorette that her roommate says she is.
Indeed. Why are they like this. ]
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So I'm not the only one that thinks he's too selfless?! Ahaha, Maya, you sound like such a big sis right now!
[ Even if she's bad at all the domestic stuff. She has a career; Momo's not gonna hold those things against her. ]
I can't decide if you're endorsing him or dissing him, haha...!
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It's the job of a big sister to make sure she's honest about her precious siblings, the good and the bad. I just happen to know quite a few people who place everyone else first, so it's really easy to notice it with him.
... And you too, actually.
[ Damn. She really does know too many. ]
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