Oseibo gifts

[lovethesescars]

It's near the end of the year, so Mio has selected some presents for people to convey her gratitude to various people who have done her favors over the past year. (Also, because it's the socially polite thing to do in Japan this time of year.)

Each gift has been professionally wrapped in the proper Japanese fashion, and for those who can't read kanji, the Nexus Translation field will helpfully translate the noshi (the white paper thing) to read: Year-end gift - Hongo.

For Ran: a gift set of gourmet British teas.

For Nagi: a cake.

For Daimon: a selection of authentic Kyoto sweets.

For Schuldig: a box of Godiva chocolates.

Each gift is hand-delivered to the recipient.

Comments

[tigereyedrogue.livejournal.com]

Daimon shakes his head with a patient smile. "Oh, no, no, you didn't. What I am saying is this. You're very strong, and very strong people need the most training. I just want to reassure you that I gave this a lot of thought, and talked it over with my own teacher, before proposing it. I am prepared to take some hits on your behalf, Miss Miho."

[lefthertainted]

Congratulations, Daimon. You've managed to disrupt Mio's worldview that all people (especially men)are only out for their own self interest. Cue embarrassing shield leakage now.

After Mio's managed to repair her shields, she bows. "That's very kind of you, Mr. Winter."

[tigereyedrogue.livejournal.com]

He bows back. "Needs doing, you're my student, and honestly...I have a lot of empathy for people dealing with this sort of thing. Some of my own people have gone through similar. I don't want you to have to for any longer than necessary, to be a little blunt about it."

[lefthertainted]

It takes an iron will, but Mio restrains herself from fidgeting with discomfort. Unfortunately, nothing she can do can stop the blush that's beginning to color the top of her ears. She's so used to being a pawn in her parents' social game that someone showing concern for her as a person is something of an uncomfortable novelty.

"Thank you."

[tigereyedrogue.livejournal.com]

His brows draw together in mild worry as he sees her face, but then he simply offers a gentle smile. "You're quite welcome. Just contact me when you're ready to begin."