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The Christmas getup had Cyrus frowning, was it time for gifts again? The tiny package hit him straight in the chest, but Cyrus was unfazed. It wasn’t particularly heavy. He unwrapped it to find a small box of cigarettes, they made Cyrus curl his nose in disgust. He had no clue who of the infinites smoked, but it was one of the things in the world he hated most. 

[color=D1c2bf]”Alexandria is another of those female bots.”[/color] Cyrus explained, he had been paying attention to the conversation, but he decided not to join in for now. Surely the rest was capable of asking simple questions. They didn’t need him for that. After his outburst yesterday, he might make the guy uncomfortable instead, much like how Davis was doing anyway. He gave Marianne a quick rundown of what had happened yesterday. Every head that could think about their problems was welcome. 

Their conversation was cut short when two others joined their table, Mondatta and Mary. Both of them were there for a different person. Cyrus showed the streamer a polite smile as she presented him the podium. [color=D1c2bf]”That’s… pretty nice”[/color] He said. It wasn’t a bad gift, though he was usually the type to make his speeches spontaneously in the middle of the crowd. Setting up a podium would interrupt the momentum. Still, it might find its use sometime. He wasn’t going to refuse a gift given with some sincere thought behind it. [color=D1c2bf]”Glad to see not everyone is… well… unhappy with me after last night.”[/color] He said, accepting the suitcase and its contents gratefully. 
[color=D1c2bf]”Now… I don’t think you’re a smoker, are you?”[/color] He said, flashing the gift he had gotten. [color=D1c2bf]”Because I think the only place these are going is the trashcan.”[/color]


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Noel eyed the sewing kit with a questionable expression. Was there anyone amongst the infinites interested in sewing? Perhaps Bliss made clothing for children sometimes? It would fit with her talent as a nanny. Other than that, perhaps there were some that were interested in trying out the hobby. She’d have to investigate. No secret was going to stay hidden from Noel Amalia Hawthorne for long! She would find out who was meant for this sewing kit. She was also relieved to see it did not contain a map of human organ locations. Remember, one stab is all it takes!

Noel looked up from her gift as she was greeted by the infinite Poet himself. As she was addressed, Noel couldn’t help but to quick draw her camera again and snap a picture of the Poet during his introduction. [color=897691]”Charmed, mister Londe.[/color] She knew she could probably call him Daimyon, but this sounded way better.  It kind of sounded like some kind of super spy. [color=897691]”Noel Hawthorne, and the pleasure is all mine. Is there anything I can do for you?”[/color] She wondered, thinking there might be a reason why he had approached her now.