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[unknownrival]

[What Diarmuid needed in his life was fireworks. What a coincidence. It happened to be New Year's Eve, and Issei happened to have brought Diarmuid out to the front of the temple to sit down.]

Did you celebrate the New Year, at home?

Comments

[croibhristeoir]

Like what?

[unknownrival]

The first of everything in the new year is supposed to be special. The first dream, the first laugh, the first kiss...

[croibhristeoir]

Is that right? Define 'special'.

[Pictured: someone who is up to something.]

[unknownrival]

I'm not sure that much is defined traditionally. Just 'special'.

[croibhristeoir]

Hm. That leaves a fair bit to interpretation, doesn't it?

[unknownrival]

What are you planning?

[croibhristeoir]

Planning? What makes you think I am planning anything at all?

[unknownrival]

I know you.

[croibhristeoir]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[unknownrival]

Don't try and fool me.

[croibhristeoir]

I'm sorry. How cruel of me.

[unknownrival]

Horrid.

[croibhristeoir]

However will you forgive me?

[unknownrival]

Maybe for a kiss.

[croibhristeoir]

Oh, you would have me give you something so special?

[unknownrival]

Is that selfish of me?

[croibhristeoir]

Not when I'd planned to give such a thing to you anyway.

[unknownrival]

I'm glad. I wouldn't want you to think lowly of me.

[croibhristeoir]

I never would. Come a little closer for a moment?

[unknownrival]

[Issei scooched closer.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Have a very nice kiss with some well-timed fireworks going off.]

[unknownrival]

[Yes, that was very nice indeed.]

[croibhristeoir]

Was that acceptable?

[unknownrival]

More than acceptable.

[croibhristeoir]

I'm glad to hear that.