12th Day of Christmas
Theme: Our Traditions
Over the months and years since their little ragtag group had begun traveling, they'd settled into a strange, yet comfortable, routine. Even though each world threw a new wrench in the gears, they adjusted and adapted, knowing what they could expect from each other.
Every time Christmas rolled around - which was sometimes only once in several years and other times twice in one week - Kurogane and Fai could be trusted to behave fairly predictably.
Fai would buy presents even though he knew that Kurogane would not - something useful for Syaoran, edible for Mokona, and ridiculous or, more recently, completely inappropriate for Kurogane. No matter how much Kurogane would bluster, growl and threaten, Fai would smile knowingly and still get him something equally as ludicrous the next time around.
Only occasionally would he press a second wrapped package into Kurogane's hand containing something small - oil and whetstone, water sealant for his cloak, or replacement rivets for his armor
This did not happen very often, however. Shaking up a routine on a regular basis would simply define a new routine, and Fai knew that it was the relative scarcity of these gestures that brought on the look of pleased shock on Kurogane's face that he had come to love so much.
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! I apologize profusely for subjecting people to this mess. I definitely do not have these two down well enough to do something like this in a short period of time. *shot*