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adventdrabblesTitle: 1225
Universe: Kamen Rider Zi-o
Character(s): Tokiwa Sougo, Woz
Rating: U
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Patisserie Woz, the sign reads. Holding the strange red and green device in hand, Tokiwa Sougo is convinced there is something he has forgotten.
Length: 473 words
Author's Notes: Foradventdrabbles Day 24. also: external link.
1225
“Rejoice!”
He turned and looked upon the other with surprise and uncertainty, not truly certain as to what to say, the weight of the metal and plastic his grasp, the frosting and cream still upon the underside of the device from where it had rested atop a cake.
Slowly, Tokiwa Sougo blinked, looking at the man behind the counter of the small market stall, his shoulder-length dark hair, the frilly apron he wore over a uniform of dull brown, the banner at his back that read, ‘Patisserie Woz, sweet treats fit for a king.’
“Rejoice!” the chef proclaimed once again, and Sougo felt a startling sense of unease.
“Do I, ah, know you?” he asked.
Around them, the crowds of the festive market outside Nakano station’s north exit jostled one another with excitement, moving from stall to stall, bundles of gifts and delicacies loaded in their arms, welcoming cries from every stallholder as a new face approach their table.
Sougo was not certain what had made him come out to Nakano, only that it was Christmas Eve, and he was restless, and perhaps, if he admitted it, a little lonely. He was due to graduate high school next year, and still he was uncertain what he wanted from life, other than for someone to improbably crown him king. All of his friends were pairing up over Christmas, it seemed. Well, he told himself, it should come as no surprise, as all year, Tsukuyomi and Ora had been going back and forth as to how they felt about one another, loathing each other one moment, inseparable the next, but he had been caught off guard by the slow, smouldering, burgeoning romance between Geiz and Uhr.
He sighed deeply, looking down at the heavy weight in his hand, a face of some kind, a clock face maybe, outlined in red, trimmed in green. What was it, he asked himself, confused by the sight of the thing. It was like a watch, but he couldn’t work out where the display was. Maybe his uncle would know, he thought, fumbling with the device, and accidentally pushing a button on the top.
‘Party Time!’ a voice resounded from within it.
He looked surprised, uncertain of what to do next, and looking up, he found the man in the apron smiling and nodding, so he pushed the button again.
‘Merry Christmas!’ it cried this time. ‘The one who brings you dreams and hope is Santa Claus!’
Again, he looked up at the man behind the stall.
“W-What is it?” he stammered.
Still smiling, the other looked back at him with amusement.
“It’s yours,” he replied. “It always was.”
Standing there in that Christmas market outside Nakano station, a few months away from graduation, Tokiwa Sougo was never more sure that there was something very important that he had forgotten.
Universe: Kamen Rider Zi-o
Character(s): Tokiwa Sougo, Woz
Rating: U
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Patisserie Woz, the sign reads. Holding the strange red and green device in hand, Tokiwa Sougo is convinced there is something he has forgotten.
Length: 473 words
Author's Notes: For
adventdrabbles Day 24. also: external link.1225
“Rejoice!”
He turned and looked upon the other with surprise and uncertainty, not truly certain as to what to say, the weight of the metal and plastic his grasp, the frosting and cream still upon the underside of the device from where it had rested atop a cake.
Slowly, Tokiwa Sougo blinked, looking at the man behind the counter of the small market stall, his shoulder-length dark hair, the frilly apron he wore over a uniform of dull brown, the banner at his back that read, ‘Patisserie Woz, sweet treats fit for a king.’
“Rejoice!” the chef proclaimed once again, and Sougo felt a startling sense of unease.
“Do I, ah, know you?” he asked.
Around them, the crowds of the festive market outside Nakano station’s north exit jostled one another with excitement, moving from stall to stall, bundles of gifts and delicacies loaded in their arms, welcoming cries from every stallholder as a new face approach their table.
Sougo was not certain what had made him come out to Nakano, only that it was Christmas Eve, and he was restless, and perhaps, if he admitted it, a little lonely. He was due to graduate high school next year, and still he was uncertain what he wanted from life, other than for someone to improbably crown him king. All of his friends were pairing up over Christmas, it seemed. Well, he told himself, it should come as no surprise, as all year, Tsukuyomi and Ora had been going back and forth as to how they felt about one another, loathing each other one moment, inseparable the next, but he had been caught off guard by the slow, smouldering, burgeoning romance between Geiz and Uhr.
He sighed deeply, looking down at the heavy weight in his hand, a face of some kind, a clock face maybe, outlined in red, trimmed in green. What was it, he asked himself, confused by the sight of the thing. It was like a watch, but he couldn’t work out where the display was. Maybe his uncle would know, he thought, fumbling with the device, and accidentally pushing a button on the top.
‘Party Time!’ a voice resounded from within it.
He looked surprised, uncertain of what to do next, and looking up, he found the man in the apron smiling and nodding, so he pushed the button again.
‘Merry Christmas!’ it cried this time. ‘The one who brings you dreams and hope is Santa Claus!’
Again, he looked up at the man behind the stall.
“W-What is it?” he stammered.
Still smiling, the other looked back at him with amusement.
“It’s yours,” he replied. “It always was.”
Standing there in that Christmas market outside Nakano station, a few months away from graduation, Tokiwa Sougo was never more sure that there was something very important that he had forgotten.
