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[Dec. 20

This day, sadly, is not a good one. After meeting up with Santa Claus in the bar, her teasing and laughing turned sour the moment a bit of mistletoe got involved. Perona's still feeling sick to her stomach and furious, holding a hand over her mouth as she storms through the village, downing a bottle of wine - don't worry, Mihawk, it's not the one she intends to give you - with every few steps. She needs to get the taste out of her mouth, though her elf chirps every five or so minutes, in a meek little voice, that alcohol really isn't good for her health and getting a holiday kiss from Santa is something to be happy about!

...The elf didn't say much after that, only sobbed grossly. There may also be a Negative Hollow hovering over it, waiting patiently for round two. Dare you catch the Ghost Princess when she's in her foulest of moods? ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH?!]

[21-24th

The rest of the week, thankfully, goes a lot better. When she's not tenderly playing with the newborn kittens at Law and Itachi's house - that she's temporarily moved into - Perona's out in the village square with her elf, either doing the insane activities assigned to her or her own thing. This entails finding presents for the few people she knows, wrapping them, and even delivering some of the ones she finished early to their appropriate recipients, if she knows where they live. If not, well...those people will be getting a note sent privately to them in their journals, which reads:

A special present is waiting for you. Please come to the library to receive it in person.

♥♥♥ The Ghost Princess

Once all the gift-giving and whatnot's done with, Perona's going to celebrate with some goddamn booze at the bar, much to the distress of her rather dry little elf. "You'll go on the naughty list if you keep drinking so much! Merry-making doesn't necessarily mean intoxicating yourself!" So, Perona makes a bargain. She gets some eggnog - the alcoholic kind, and...well, it's when she's a little, um--...jolly that her elf has to take her away from the bar in the evening.]

Come now, don't fall... Really, you should take up a different hobby! I won't put you on the naughty list this time, but you're really pushing it, you know! Santa won't like seeing a lovely young lady so...so--ooh! Really, you should just stick to something different! Caroling! Yes! Take your mind off the horrid drink and give a little back to the community. I know the perfect--

Weeeeh...I can sing! Really well, too! A haunted little song, wi-with my hollows. My favorite...cursed...song...

NO! No, no, no, not a cursed song you--! This is a holiday of joy and laughter!

You're very noisy.

Oh, just sing this, for goodness' sake!

[And, in the quiet of the night, after a thoughtful pause, there's a smacking of lips over the journal, a hum or two, then a song is sung. Rather well indeed, actually. It's like Perona's not even tipsy at all. Her elf cheers once she's finished, and encourages her for yet another one.]

[25th - Christmas Day

Finally, it took her all up until this day to find the courage to go back to the second community housing building with her gift/peace offering in hand, wrapped delicately. She's standing awkwardly outside of Mihawk's door, shuffling back and forth and sparing glances at her elf - who's taken shelter in and empty room a few doors down - who gives her an encouraging thumbs up. Ngeeeh...this is so not fun. Wh-Whatever! She's sick of running and hiding from that stupid man! Her home is here, and she's not sacrificing all her belongs and her comfort just because of a little joke! Huff!

...Knocking quietly on your door, Mihawk-sama. ;~; Don't be mad at me, I just want to come home.]

Edited 2012-12-23 05:57 (UTC)

[Two days returned and - to no one's surprise - Sanji's already thrown himself back into the hustle of work with the usual amount of cussing and fanfare. And damn, is it good to be home. Just in time, he thinks, for he never would've forgiven the damn Malnosso if they'd kept him from the holidays and his crew much longer.

Not to say he forgives them for any of the other shit they usually put the town through, but it's the season of giving and momentary distraction. That, and even Luceti seems paradise compared to the conditions he's lived in for the past month.

Which means his days have mostly been spent in good cheer, laughing and grumping and all-together acting like his old self; a noticeable turnaround from before his mission. He notes it for what it is, just like he decides not to bring attention to it. There's cooking to do, customers to serve...

A strange little shit of an elf to yell at...]

Would you stop touching that?! [Said elf looks on, slightly miffed at being caught handling the cookie scooper and warns Sanji that Santa doesn't appreciate naughty language. And they were gonna make cookies, too! Sanji promised. That's another mark on the naughty list for him.

These facts are not enough to make the elf leave, however, and neither when Sanji lets loose a whirlwind of curses that would make the devil blush. The elf's mouth just thins into a line and he shakes his head.]

I didn't ask for you to barge into my kitchen, half-pint! Go bother someone else! [A huff, and then Sanji turns back to his dishes. It's obvious he's grown somewhat accepting of the elf's presence, no matter what he says; why else would he still be alive?]

... Girls don't like naughty language, either!

[A squawk of indication. At this rate Seventh's Heaven kitchen might erupt. >_>]

[Perona can hear the arguing before she even enters the kitchen, and has to just laugh quietly to herself. It's so good to hear his voice again...she wasn't sure he'd even get her present in time, so Perona thought just leaving it at the restaurant was the best bet - she didn't want to take a trip to house Straw Hat, thanks. But oh, this sure as hell sounds familiar. It was just like her the first time she woke up to find her own elf going through what little belongings she had, and staring at her dress with sheer disdain. Honestly, the little pipsqueak was so darn nosy, Perona's surprised she didn't wring its little neck at least once.

Anyway, after a minute of silence, she finally enters the kitchen at last and calls out to the chef to get his attention. She's got a large bag hanging off one arm (the other is forever reserved for her Bearsy doll) and her own little girlish elf following after her breathlessly.]

Mr. Cook? May I come inside?

[Sanji's mid-threat and menacingly pointing his spatula at the pipsqueak when Perona speaks up, causing the heads of both occupants in the kitchen to swerve. In less than a second, the elf is completely forgotten. Someone's too busy letting out a particularly unmanly squeal of delight to bother with him now.]

Awaaah, Perona-chwan's come to visit me~! [He bounces, sways, gives a wave, and all-together looks thoroughly distracted with her presence. You could power a city block for weeks with his energy output]

And by all means~! [Actually, he'd rather cyclone his merry way over while his elf watches in exaggerated awe, and stops right in front of her with one arm behind his back, the other held out to take what he thinks are her shopping burdens] Perona-chan's radiant presence is always welcome wherever I am~!

[Sanji, did you just cut the head off your elf or something? Because the sound Perona just heard was inhuman. Perona casts a look to her elf, who gives a "I have no fucking clue" kind of shrug, and takes a steps inside the kitchen before she's instead greeting by the love-love tornado barreling right at her. Goodness, she forgot how, um...lively her could be.]

I didn't think you'd be here, actually, but I'm very glad you are! I'd have preferred to deliver these to you myself. [She offers up the bag into his outstretched hand, her own lingering over his for a second, just to close his fingers over the strings.] They're for you. Welcome back, Mr. Cook, and merry Christmas to you. I hope you like them!

[And she hopes one of the things she got for him fits him, too.]

[He really needs to stop being so surprised at little offerings like this, but it still clouds over his expression. His fingers curl over the strings a moment.] For me?

[For politeness's sake, he resists gaping like a fish and actually takes a peek inside to inspect the items -- then breaks out into a large grin. He doesn't need to look at the book cover to know it's a cookbook, which he always appreciates, and the lighter and cigarettes are a wonderful touch (also necessary to making sure he doesn't murder anyone during the holiday season)--

But the clothes. He places the bag down just so he can pull the shirt and jacket free, looking delighted by the find.] These are wonderful! Did you find them in the clothing store? [Gleeing over here] Perona-chwan's fashion sense is as perfect as the rest of her~!

[C-can he try them on now? *^*]

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24th! can't let Sanji have all the fun!

24th! yes, come recieve your punishment--i mean, christmas present. <<

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