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RL with Battler
[ She'd decorated the parlor with goofy Christmas decorations, a Christmas tree, and had spent all morning delivering presents and people to various places with free worldhops. Christmas wasn't normally such a big deal to her, but having a lot of time on her hands meant she could spend extra time doing all sorts of things.
As for right now, though, that time was past. It was evening, and now.. Now was that dinner she'd promised Battler. She'd only returned a short while ago. Yuri wasn't a great cook, despite her many other talents, so it was mostly just well-arranged restaurant food. By well arranged, of course, that was something she'd almost given up on because the stupid romantic atmosphere was almost too much. A red candle with holly at the bottom in the center of the table, their food put on plates instead of in the takeout boxes she'd brought the food back in. She'd changed clothes from the goofy Santa outfit she'd been wearing to something a little bit nicer. It was still weird not being in her uniform, but it wasn't something that she needed to do anymore. She'd already "graduated," technically.
Yuri shifted slightly, fiddling with a small box in her hand, wrapped up like a small present. After a second, she tucked the box underneath the chair she'd set out for herself, across from the one she'd set out for Battler, then left the room to, quite rudely, yell down the hall. ]
Battler, get over here!
As for right now, though, that time was past. It was evening, and now.. Now was that dinner she'd promised Battler. She'd only returned a short while ago. Yuri wasn't a great cook, despite her many other talents, so it was mostly just well-arranged restaurant food. By well arranged, of course, that was something she'd almost given up on because the stupid romantic atmosphere was almost too much. A red candle with holly at the bottom in the center of the table, their food put on plates instead of in the takeout boxes she'd brought the food back in. She'd changed clothes from the goofy Santa outfit she'd been wearing to something a little bit nicer. It was still weird not being in her uniform, but it wasn't something that she needed to do anymore. She'd already "graduated," technically.
Yuri shifted slightly, fiddling with a small box in her hand, wrapped up like a small present. After a second, she tucked the box underneath the chair she'd set out for herself, across from the one she'd set out for Battler, then left the room to, quite rudely, yell down the hall. ]
Battler, get over here!