[So fucking Lion makes him cry again on Christmas of all days. The bastard.]
[Living in decently close quarters with someone for over a year means he recognizes Lion's handwriting anyway, but reading the note, he has to kind of laugh. Signed or not signed, how many people does Lion think call him Mista-san? Not very anonymous.]
[But then he opens the package and looks through what he's received, which are shockingly not whatever the rich person equivalent of a whoopie cushion would be (gold whoopie cushion?), and proceeds to just sit there for a while. Thinking. And sniffling. Ferran's not here, which is good. And Sayori and Maya can't feel him, which is good.]
[It's good.]
[After a while, he gets up and lopes down the hall to Lion's door, which he proceeds to bang on. Heavily.]
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[Living in decently close quarters with someone for over a year means he recognizes Lion's handwriting anyway, but reading the note, he has to kind of laugh. Signed or not signed, how many people does Lion think call him Mista-san? Not very anonymous.]
[But then he opens the package and looks through what he's received, which are shockingly not whatever the rich person equivalent of a whoopie cushion would be (gold whoopie cushion?), and proceeds to just sit there for a while. Thinking. And sniffling. Ferran's not here, which is good. And Sayori and Maya can't feel him, which is good.]
[It's good.]
[After a while, he gets up and lopes down the hall to Lion's door, which he proceeds to bang on. Heavily.]