Tomoko made a rather valiant attempt at decorating the spookie before she set to wrapping it....
But Tomoko had actually never wrapped a present before and her 'valiant attempt' looked really awful. Her ears drooped and she made a pathetic face at the boils. Maybe she'd just watch them do it first.
"Aw, don't look so sad, little one." He offered down to Tomoko, sort of pushing closer to her with his beautiful cookie monstrocity and called Uller over, hoping that with the two boils, they would be able to do something that would make it easier for her to wrap the next time.
Fumbling with his wrapping paper (He got tape in his hair), and bsing his way through, he presented the gift to the other two in a tadaaa~ like fashion, hella' proud of what he had done.
“It is,” he stated bluntly. “Choosing to pursue other areas may prove useful to your future in the end, and you may yet discover a different path you would prefer to walk.” Green eyes turned toward Makoto. “Interesting that you chose to come here when it could be more beneficial to learn the family business first hand and while you are still young and ready to learn.” TK sighed, sliding his own tray of cookies into the large contraption. “To each their own, I suppose.” He leaned down to peer past the door and at the two trays. The student could see the heat lines. Frowning at the sight, he stepped back.
Once the timer rang, TK promptly opened the door. He allowed Makoto to take his out first before he grabbed his own. The skeleton placed the tray on the counter and stared at the product. They didn’t appear very beautiful, but they were not absolute failures either. This, he could grudgingly live with. “Will you?” Lips curled into a pleasant smile, although there appeared to be a peculiar glint in his eyes. “I am afraid it is hard to agree with either statement, so I think I will remain neutral for now.” He still smiled as he turned away to decorate his cookies to make it more difficult to discern whether or not he was joking.
Millie looked at her nice present. Why not make another?
She set her box down on a bench and went back to the mixing station.
Unfortunately, Millie spilled almost all of the dry powder and knocked over a bottle that contained a pungent spice. When it was mixed, well.... it just didn't do that very well.
"Ah, you presume that I would be at liberty to walk another path." He smiled unkindly at TK, his lips turning into a vicious grin. "Family comes before ones selfish desires." He rolled his shoulders back, bones cracking as he stared down at the cookies with mild disinterest. "My parents sent me here out of concern for my lack of people skills. You should know all about my tendencies towards those." He smiled again, this time remembering all of the poor creatures he'd either managed to scare off, chase away, or otherwise destroy entirely using nothing but a pocket watch and a few choice words. He was not at all a very good people person. In fact, one might even go so far as to call him slightly sadistic on a bad day.
"That's unfortunate." Makoto picked at the cookie and the wrappings. His eyes drifted to TK with a hungry stare, lips parting into a wolf-like snarl. "That just means I'll have to work harder to sway you." There was a soft growl in the back of his throat, and he seemed all at once more of a cruel prince than a whimsical little heir, his eyes brightening until the pupil seemed swallowed in gold. "And I have plenty creativity up my sleeve to give me the advantage over you."
Uller wasn't the best at wrapping either. He got a little over zealous with the wrapping paper and everything else and just kind of huffed. His present was twice the size it should have been, but his cookie was all wrapped up and he just puffed.
"I think yours looks better than mine, Tomoko," he said after a moment. "Why don't you try again?" That was doable, right? Just unwrap it and try again?
“There is always a choice,” he insisted with slightly narrowed eyes. “It is up to you whether or not you take advantage of that choice.” Selfish, Makoto said. TK knew very well that his decision to attend Amity stemmed from his own selfish craving to learn more and see more, but perhaps his new knowledge would benefit his family should he ever return home. The corner of his lips twisted into the beginning of a grimace as bitter memories resurfaced. “Yes, I know that all too well.”
Even with his back turned he could feel the hungry stare and the beastly snarl. “Working harder certainly could not hurt.” The switch in behavior hardly deterred TK as he took a sheet of wrapping paper. He was all too used to Makoto’s temper. “I find that hard to believe after all we have been through. Are you still teeming with ideas?” The skeleton stopped and leaned toward Makoto. “Do your best. Skeletons are rather hardy.”
Tomoko nodded, watching Uller. He was really good at all this snow-and-Christmas related stuff, she'd decided and she'd have to work really hard to try and be anywhere near as good as he was at it.
UNFORTUNATELY, SHE STILL KIND OF SUCKED REALLY BADLY.
So, what she had in front of her was a disgusting goopy mess that even Xiu probably couldn't have been nice about. Gene kind of knew it was bound to happen, thanks to her being incredibly inept at baking. Like, really really really awful was how she'd rate herself.
Still, she tried to cut the dough...if it could be called that.
"Well...maybe Sandy bit into this one..." She cast a sidelong glance at Arel and Red, moving on to the stoves.
However, Tomoko was still the worst gift wrapper in the world and ended up just throwing the box on the ground and half sobbing. She couldn't handle this kind of responsibility!!
Danirate found himself..in unusual surroundings. Nevertheless, the circumstances were interesting enough to him as to begin somewhat curiously following instructions to observe what would become of all this.
Sighing a little, he kind of leaned on the little kitsune, tsktsking a bit. He wanted to cheer her up and try to get her doing this again, she would get it, next time, right?
"It's not the present, but what's inside that counts, little one. We'll try it again, hmm?" Flicking his eyes down to the Snow-Stag, he tried to psychically tell the monster lets keep going.
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