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    Mids could feel one of two ways about wrapping presents. Overall, it was fun! Wrapping paper was nice to look at, and all the colorful bows made it hard to decide how to decorate the package (but in a good way), but at the same time... how does one wrap books? Thankfully, she didn't have to wrap anything oddly shaped, and paperback books weren't too extreme, but their extremely flexible covers made it hard to transport without ruining it. Picking it up, it bent, distorting the wrapping paper. If she dropped it, the books would probably flop out of the paper and ruin it.
    Why was she making this so complicated? Didn't Eph ever have any boxes around the house?


    Fortunately, the kitsune was able to locate a shipping envelope, which would more or less keep the musical books straight as she wrapped and took them with her. Eyes searching the town streets anxiously, Mids would wander over to Nighttales's house. She'd never been inside his house before, come to think of it, but it'd be weird to intrude. The blackblood had only ever sat at his door like she was doing now, to inquire about ideas or tasks. Placing the gift down at her paws, she'd move to knock lightly on the door. Hopefully he was home, or else she'd have to spend an eternity searching for him or awkwardly hanging around his house until he returned, and she wasn't eager to do either of those things.
    She'd knocked too lightly in her nervousness. The dark vixen moved to knock slightly harder, and even then, she was too quiet.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The serval had been lingering near the door at the time, mismatched orbs briefly skimming a crimson box that he had settled nearby, a classic, golden-bow swathed around it, and tied at the top. Tucked within, was a small, purple satchel, alongside a few sheets of coloured paper, and a somewhat fortunately-sound ipod. It wasn't common that he'd come across such a device, but he had wandered quite a bit, one night, and managed to skirt a rather beaten-down city. An ipod was an easy-find, there: though, the model was a little old, and it was somewhat worn at the edges, as if someone had thrown the light-purple device, quite literally, away. Though, it wasn't as if he have found finding a neatly packaged device within a new, sealed box, realistic, either.


    Though, he paused as he heard a gentle knocking at the door. The sound was scarce, but he just barely managed to pick up on it, and would weave his way towards his door with a subtly curious expression. However, he had to narrowly dodge a loitering onion on his way over. "How many times have I told her to keep her vegetables in the kitchen.. They're all over the house now." He'd resound with a slight sigh, rolling his mismatched orbs, though a slightly amused grin tugged briefly at his jaws.


    Anyhow, he drew to a halt by the door, extending a fore-paw and plucking it open. His mismatched orbs blinked, somewhat surprised to see his apprentice seated by the porch. "Yo, Mid." Nighttales would greet, a blithe grin tugging at his maw in the meanwhile. He was glad to see her, after all - perhaps he'd manage to give her her present, now? Though, he figured that it'd be best if he asked her as to what she had come for, first, seeing as she had been the one to journey here. "What's up?"


    TAGS 29/12/2016

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    /AHHHH SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY PFFIGHIUE I'M ALSO WRITING THIS AT NIGHT SO IT'S SHITTTTT


    Mids swiped a paw down the side of her face worriedly, wondering if she should knock a third time when Nighttales showed up to answer. Oh thank goodness- it seemed as though she was lucky this time around. Wait. She was supposed to run. That was how Secret Santas were supposed to go, right? Drop off her gift and play hooky? To be fair, it was her first Christmas, but being Midnightpaw, she would go home and probably mope about it way more than she should, thinking about how she'd have to wait a whole year to do it all over again and probably never get Night as a partner ever again. Well, she comforted herself with the idea of trying, though it was pretty impromptu.
    "Oh, I was just, uh-" She cut herself off with a cough to clear her throat, opening up her voice to less sheepish tones. Although she spoke with spark now, her heart still beat madly either at the thought of being seen through or being here in general. She wasn't an expert at 'being smooth' yet, though you know what they say- fake it 'til you make it! "Well, your Secret Santa wanted me to drop off your present," she explained, which wasn't a lie because she wanted herself to bring the present, and she was his... alright, you get the picture.
    Inside were music books, as stated previously, though one was more focused on sonatas, another on Debussy's works (for some reason), and another with both violin and piano parts to accompany each other. Back before the kitsune had had her heart set on the harp, she'd wished to play the violin. She'd collected books and began trying to learn to read music, eager to prepare herself with the skills necessary to pursue music. However, after making desperate attempts at practicing her grip on a thick pole, she simply gave up. A kitsune's paws didn't have the biological ability to hold and use an instrument that required such close precision. It wasn't like her paws were mutated either. So unfortunately, tearfully, she was forced to put that dream behind her and aim for something more realistic- the harp. The blackblood had collected a few books back at her house, but was unwilling to part with them because at least there was hope. Perhaps he could keep this old dream alive by collaborating with someone who could play the violin. Someday. Plus, it would be fun to collaborate, no?


    ...Also a dead giveaway was the blanket she'd borrowed from him. It was also folded up in the package, because she felt too guilty to actually keep it for herself. Realizing this, the apprentice simply stuck with the grin she finished speaking with and began to inch away slowly. Funny how things turned out.


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