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A celebration of family, eh?

who: Ciel Phantomhive, Undertaker, Vincent Phantomhive, those invited to spend the holiday
what: Celebrating Hygge with cocoa by the fire
when: Second day (and on? maybe?)
where: Phantomhive/Undertaker house
warnings: None

He'd spent a late day in the store the day before, having several Bitter Rabbits customized to share at least a passing similarity to their recipients. And when they'd been finished, he carefully wrote out notes for each, boxed them, and set them out to be delivered the next morning. Two of them, he packed up to take home with him, to give to their new owners personally. They were in an unmarked box at least, easily covered up as something for work that he didn't want to leave.

He hoped the invitations would be accepted. At least in their own home, his father and Undertaker seemed at least a bit excited for Hygge. Even if it was something unique to this world.

Ciel also made sure the had plenty of ingredients for cocoa and plenty of marshmallows for it. His sweet tooth demanded as much. Anything else he was sure would be asked for. A shop wasn't too far away that they couldn't get anything needed or wanted. Or so he hoped.

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Finding clothes that fit his time period had been proving too difficult, not without going to a costume shop and that had just seemed ridiculous. And custom tailoring was just too costly, especially with him and Undertaker having gotten a house rather than staying in the apartments.

And Ciel was good at adapting. He'd done it after returning from the cult, adapting to being his brother and to be the Earl, to being the Watchdog. And here he'd do the same.

"Well enough although I'm still a bit tired from making all the Bitter Rabbits. Undertaker and father didn't seem cross about it though." What with his fragile health and all. "I hope it's treating you well?"

One day Jason just needed to buy Ciel a hoodie, show him the best piece of modern clothing, he doubted he'd get the Earl into a leather jacket anytime soon.

"I bet, It was lovely by the by, it put it up so it will be safe. I live with to many people to keep it out and about." he explained even if he doubted Ciel would ever see where he had placed the rabbit. That it was in the trunk with his better guns wrapped up in his cloak from the masqurade to keep oil off of it. "I am glad to hear your doing well, you now I worry." He admitted before motioning forward, a silent request to come inside. "Yes, I'm fine, I'm like a tank, nothing takes me down." Then he wondered, would Ciel even know what a tank was?

Ciel in a hoodie, that would be quite a sight. And it would probably be good for him when the weather was only a bit chilly. Luckily he didn't need one at home though, with the fireplace and hot tea or cocoa easily accessible.

"I'm glad you liked it. I had trouble with a few of them, I wasn't sure what to do." It was touching to hear people worried about him. Touching and still very new, but he wouldn't refuse that concern here.

"Almost nothing, anyway." He could remember the Panzer in Germany, how he'd had Sebastian tear open part of it to throw a grenade in with its crew. That had taken care of them and their tank fairly easily.

A cute sight thought, Jason liked his hoodies, the redder the better. But he liked anything Red or Black and he liked Leather a lot to, but tried not to wear his leather pants around the nobility. It just seemed rude.

"How could I not? Hand made gifts take time and dedication, so it means a lot." And with that he held the box down for Ciel. "the one wrapped in violet is yours." Inside the car board box was a wooden box. Inside was a wooden box with more inside.

They would certainly be cozy. Although it would, ironically, take a little warming up to for the teen. And he was far more partial to blacks and blues. As for the pants, he'd seen people dressed in much worse. Then again, they'd had no idea he was nobility and they had been performers.

He suddenly remembered his manners, and smiled sheepishly, stepping aside to let Jason inside as he accepted the gift, looking it over with a little smile.

"You didn't have to get me anything."

Part of why Jason adored Ciel was the fact he was Victorian nobility, so he tried to be on his best behavior around him, wanting to stay in the boys good graces. Blacks and Blues were Nightwing colors, The Hood didn't care for blues. Black he could do though.

Jason stepped inside once Ciel had moved and taken the gift, the box returned to his hip once Ciel had his box.

"I don't have to do anything, I choose to. My brother's all left, so let me spoil you." He spoke with a soft smile, of course in truth, he never would have spoiled his brothers. To much bad blood. He was sure he was why they all left. Even if one remained he was avoiding him to spare the man the headache that was Jason Todd. "I didn't know what to get your father, I just hope it's a good vintage." he motioned to the wine bottle. "Wine was never my forte."

Ciel would leave shades of red to Jason and Grell. Or to his aunt, where ever she had ended up after Grell killed her. Blue had always suited him, his brother as well, but it was a noble color as well. What else would they wear?

"I haven't been spoiled in years." He let out a soft laugh, almost a little sad, but it was something he'd chosen. No birthday or Christmas gifts except from Lizzie and only at her insistence. Not since that day. Jason, and others in the Quarantine, were proving to be an exception to that though.

He did smile at the wine though, gesturing for Jason to follow him into the kitchen. It seemed as goo a place as any to set everything down until he saw Vincent.

"I'm afraid I'm no better, I didn't indulge often back home and I would prefer to avoid it entirely here." He got sick enough.

It was true, blue was much more noble, its why people like Dick and Ciel could pull it off so well. Jason, he never saw himself as noble, just something picked up along the way. Jason loved his reds though, it was the color that fit him best... and hid the blood he was often covered in.

"Well, expect for that to change, at least to the best of my ability." He responded feeling a little better as he said it, a sad thought crossing his mind that Ciel would have been a better brother to him than the brothers he had. He didn't dwell on it, pushing the thought away as he followed Ciel. Sitting the bottle with it's pretty ribbon on the counter, along with a pretty wrapped box for the Undertaker. The box he had carried everything in was left set aside for now, he would take it back for the other gifts he had to haul around.

"A smart choice, if you ask me. Hell, if you want grapes you should try grape soda." He chuckled some, patting Ciel on the shoulder.

It was hard not to be touched by the insistence, by the loyalty Jason seemed to have to Ciel and not to the young Earl Phantomhive. Being doted on was still not something he was used to though.

"If I can't convince you otherwise, at least assure me you won't break yourself." The teen would still try to convince him not to worry about gifts otherwise. Especially if Jason learned just how close to his birthday it was.

He settled at the table, glancing from the wine to the other gift, then to Jason and back to his own gift. It had weight to it, he hadn't expected that. And it did make him worry a little that Jason had gone out of his way. Then again, wouldn't others say Ciel had done the same.

"Grape soda?" He knows soda, it had been increasing in popularity, but grape? Even with the question, he opened the box and then paused, mouth gaping.

Jason found a lot of Bruce in Ciel, and honestly, he didn't want the kid growing up to be like his adopted father. Ciel had chances to be much more and much better, plus, Jason considered himself alone these days, even with Grayson around, he had never been the best to his older brother.

"I'm good at carrying the load, don't worry about me." He chuckled, as an idle though of 'what else would it go to? his drinking?' He knew he needed to cut back, so it helped. Though he would be irked if he missed the kids birthday.

"I'll bring a bottle next time, it's like the taste of childhood, at least for me. My mom used to keep it around before she got sick." Though his lips quirked into a smile seeing Ciel's reaction. "So, is that a good look or bad?"

That wouldn't do. They'd have to drag Jason over to visit more often, make sure he wasn't alone or miserable. Ciel knew that life, he'd made an effort to more or less isolate himself since he returned from the cult. He didn't really want that for other people.

"You're a friend. It goes without saying that I'll worry." And he will. Undertaker might as well though he couldn't say if it was for his own fondness or for Ciel's sake.

The gun, he couldn't help looking over again, fingers lightly running over it before picking it up and testing the weight. It felt right, a good weight for him.

"Good look. This..." Can't have been cheap.

Part of it was because he couldn't fully let go of his vigilante life, Red Hood wasn't needed here at all. Not with the Avengers and the guard and everything else, and yet he still found himself sitting alone on rooftops at stupid late hours hoping to at least stomp a mugger into the ground. He probably did need to visit his friends more.

"Can't blame me for trying. " He spoke in an amused tone looking at the younger and enjoying the reaction. This was something he lacked with his family. "Is for you, and so is this." He pulled out a cute shaped keychain. "This, is a stungun, made to look adorable so no one will question it. Someone messes you and you flip this bit here." he shifted it. "and hit this and you'll shock the living shit out of any attacker. These are a little more legal than the gun." He spoke as he sat the keychain down in the box.

The gun hadn't been cheap at all, but he'd collected some gambling debts.

Ciel would agree that Jason needed to visit friends more. It was like him, but he was young and small, it was easier for him to let go of his duty as the Watchdog now.

The gun really was a marvel, it would take him a little work to get used to but he was a good shot with any other gun, good enough to nearly beat his aunt in a game of hunting. The stungun got a curious look though, and a soft laugh.

"Nobody would take me seriously with that." Although, he supposed that was the point, wasn't it?

Unfortunely with the weeks coming up he would not visit nearly as much, between getting the flu and obsessing on a murder case, but he would do better after things hit the fan.

The new gun was lighter but also more powerful. Jason wanted to make sure his friend would be safe. Which is why he didn't move him straight up to hand-canons quite like he used. Jason grinned a little. "That's the point Ciel. No one will expect you to be a threat with it until you stun them. And trust me its helpful." So. Yes he still held it out.

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