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[lumberlady]

[Konoha didn't really keep secrets from anyone, let alone from Gonta. Honestly, she was awful at lying and lie-adjacent activities in general, a complete open book in both words and body...

Which has made it very, very difficult for her to hide the holiday presents she's been making and gathering over the course of the month. Thanks to her upbringing among humans she had already been planning to present him with a new set of clothes for the new year, but here it seemed the customs were a little different...

So at the height of the Lunatian city's Firialia holiday, Konoha makes her move.

Sending Gonta outside to put up the house's rain doors since the weather was getting colder, she springs into action in the scarce moments she has in his absence, fluffing cushions, stoking the small fire in the hearth, and gathering a few simple wrapped bundles, laying in wait for him to reappear-]

Surprise!

[So she can greet him with a present held out in both hands, smiling in anticipation.]

[smellslikemountains]

[ Not really being aware of things and more or less being a gruff hermit as he always is, Gonta didn't really give much thought to the Firialia holiday... well, aside from the landowner handing him a cake to share with Konoha. He had thought that in return, he should give her something nice and homemade as well-- though... he really wasn't sure how to go about that.

So, after the rain doors were put up, he turns to make his way back to the hearthside with his wife when suddenly, she's in his face with a present. He staggers a little, not expecting that at all. ]

W-what's this...?

[ He's more of startled than anything else, absolutely taken off guard by his own wife. ]

[lumberlady]

[Konoha hadn't expected Gonta to be terribly aware of the holiday season, whether it was Lunatian tradition or their own world. Well- the human part of their world. But that's why she's still smiling, completely unfazed by his reaction.]

It's the tradition here to give presents today... and in my village, we give new clothes for the new year. I combined them!

[... There might be more than just one package here, but she'd gone a little overboard. It was just so easy to buy things with the chroma money when you... have a lot of chroma money. And since he was the reason she had so much chroma money...

Konoha just reaches out... and excitedly deposits the first present in his hands, a thin layer of wrapping paper concealing a new set of clothes, carefully stitched in snatched bits of time she'd hidden away from him.]

Will you open it? It's kind of exciting...

[smellslikemountains]

Huh...

[ Gonta is curious. He doesn't even think he needs anything much aside from the clothes he had brought with him when he was transported to this world. But to be fair... if they were to be here for a while, it might be nice.

Carefully, he unwraps the present. And he beholds it: everything neatly made and folded, in a soft shade of green that went well with his soft tan skin and palomino coat. He handles it like finding treasure, fingers running over the material and the workmanship. ]

This is... [ He's speechless. He never thought about this. ] This is amazing. Thank you, Konoha.

[ His smile towards her is warm, genuine-- full of love. He's just so happy about this. ]

Did you make all these?

[lumberlady]

[Getting presents yourself was nice, but Konoha prefers giving, watching people she loved react to getting a gift... particularly one she's worked on with her own hands and not simply bought. She bites into her bottom lip, excitement easily given away in the sound given off by her hooves as she prances in place...

Her smile, already broad and warm, grows even wider in reaction to the look on his face.]

Ehe, I just did the sewing... it was so hard to hide... But I wanted it to be a surprise. I think the color will look really handsome on you...

[And it was so convenient to just be able to buy cloth by the bolt and not have to weave it herself??? But her excitement hasn't even peaked yet, wriggling a bit happily as she places a much smaller package atop the new clothes.]

This one was harder to make, though... I really hope it fits.

[Because inside that one is a new eyepatch, lined with a soft, smooth fabric the likes of which she'd never in their world.]

[smellslikemountains]

[ Gonta opens that second package up and his one good eye widens in surprise. He had been wearing his eyepatch for a long number of years now, and it shows in the way the ties had been worn out. But this one was totally new... and made by his wife.

Immediately, he gets to removing his old eyepatch, exposing the damaged mass of flesh underneath. He takes the new one then, and admires the texture of the lining before placing it against his skin and securing it. ]

This is...

[ His fingers are on the patch, feeling it over and over again. ]

This means a great deal to me.

[ His good eye looks at her, just sheer mirth in his gaze. ]

I don't think I can gift you something to top all of these.

[lumberlady]

[It's exactly what she hoped for, and Konoha feels like her hearts might burst. It had been much harder to make than the clothes, because clothes she's done before... and the kimono and hakama were mostly just straight lines and straight panels, in the end. But a few attempts and prototypes, and she'd figured out how to work with the soft lining fabric that kept trying to slide away from her needle.

She can't help but reach up and help him with the final adjustment, the look in his eyes enough to make her beam with happiness.]

You look really dashing... Does it feel alright?

[It had been her hope that the silky soft fabric she'd stitched into the interior of the patch would feel cool and smooth against the scars on his face, but though she knew another man with a lost eye who'd been able to give her feedback about the item as an eyepatch, she hadn't had anyone to ask about that.]

I'm just glad you like it.

[She shakes her head a little at his comment about gifts, though, hands sliding down to cup his face a moment, just... so obviously happy that he was happy. She had simple needs, and simple wants- and that look on his face right now was more than enough for her.]

There's actually one more...

[Without quite realizing it, one hand has fallen to his chest, tracing the same sort of little circles over his clothing that she had the first time she'd nervously tried to entice him.]

[smellslikemountains]

It feels great.

[ He turns his head towards her palm, pressing a kiss to it. But then, he notices her fingers playing around his chest-- the action suggestive and familiar. His lips curl at it.

He opens his mouth to suggest something about child-making, but he stops himself. He can't. They can't... but still. Madhuri's words have always resonated with him-- about giving his woman pleasure. And he remembers them here, reworking what he wanted to say in his head. ]

I can certainly do that for you. Give you... that kind of pleasure.

[ He sets his clothing and his old eyepatch down before catching Konoha's chin and capturing her lips in a soft, yet passionate kiss. ]

[24hourcinderella]

[Firalia's closing in, and left on the farmhouse doorstep one morning are two boxes: a long flat one addressed to Konoha, and a larger one addressed to Gonta.

Inside the larger box is a speed bag and the supplies (instruction manual included) to mount it. He got this thing at a discount through Buwan, but it's been touted as being made of "extra durable materials developed by Lunar Scientia" since both Moonblessed and Moonheld found themselves needing sturdier exercise equipment.

Gonta could definitely use something a teensy bit bigger than a speed bag, but let's not get ahead of ourselves before figuring out if the goods work as advertised.

"For when your other punching bag's not around."

⁠— ⁠真島 吾朗

...He means him. He's the other punching bag.]

[smellslikemountains]

[ Maybe some hours later, Majima seems to be getting a phone call.

Ring ring, ring ring!! ]

[24hourcinderella]

[Some hours later is plenty of time for Majima to become engrossed in something else and forget about the package drop earlier that day.]

Hey there, Majima speakin'...

[And he'll wait for whoever's on the other end of the line to state their business, whether it's Gonta or Konoha assisting her husband with his phone... or a jinba butt-dial, if that's even possible.]

[smellslikemountains]

Hey, this bag of sand... uh. I got it figured out and set up, but how do you use it?

[24hourcinderella]

First of all, you've figured out you're supposed to hit it, right? That's step one. If it's still in one piece after you've done that, we'll move on to pointers.

[smellslikemountains]

Yeah. I hit it and it swung around... still in one piece.

[24hourcinderella]

Good, keep it up. By that I mean don't just hit it once and wait for it to stop, try scorin' clean punches on it while it's flying.

[Which could very well be at lightspeed if this behemoth threw everything he got at it. He can picture the thing disappearing into an unclockable blur.]

Slippery for somethin' that don't have any brains, ain't it? Alternatin' fists is the easiest way.

[smellslikemountains]

Huh... you're right. This is interesting... fun, even! Didn't think that this was possible! Thanks!

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[dietary]

[ Like Konoha's gift, Gonta's is also left by their door with a simple reindeer-adorned card that reads "Gonta" on top and "Mikuni" on bottom.

Inside is a lovely long, long horse scarf that Mikuni has knitted himself. He's picked up a hobby ok. It's in shades of red and orange, since Gonta is a fiery boy. Get it? Haha. Anyway, happy holidays you big doofus. Mikuni loves you. ]

[smellslikemountains]

[ At first, Gonta is delighted by a present and puts it immediately on himself. Then, right after, he feels a rush of joy to know that Mikuni is here. He immediately runs into town.

Sorry, this big doofus doesn't even have the instinct to call his friend on the communicator. Instead, he's running into town, calling Mikuni's name out loud. ]

[dietary]

[ Oh. Silly Gonta. He probably doesn't have to run too far, since Mikuni tends to stay near the groves where Konoha and Gonta have set up. Which only means that he's poking his head out with his eyebrows raised in mild confusion. Why is Gonta running around shouting his name? ]

Gonta? What's the matter?

[ Oh, he spots what he's wearing-- ]

Ah, you got my gift.

[smellslikemountains]

[ Gonta runs towards him, just completely eager upon seeing his old friend again after months of it just being him and his wife. It's almost as if he's young again-- except... well... really fucking huge. ]

Mikuni!!

[ Thankfully he stops short of running into him. Despite his power and speed, he's got good control and sure footing, at least. ]

I should have come and met you sooner!

[dietary]

[ Mikuni stands and braces himself for impact, even if it never comes. He smiles at his old friend, for a brief moment remembering them as much smaller versions of themselves. How cute ... ]

You should have.

[ He shakes his head chidingly. ]

Surely Konoha said something about it ... where have you been hiding?

[smellslikemountains]

[ Gonta scratches the back of his head a bit sheepishly. ]

I had a lot to work on the farmstead... inside wasn't warm enough for the winter, so I had to add a bit more reinforcement. Sorry it took so long...

[dietary]

Is that so? You know you and Konoha are welcome to put me to work again anytime.

[ He smiles, reaching over to ruffle Gonta's hair affectionately. ]

Seems that we may be calling this place home for a while.

[resurging]

[consider this a declaration of intent: wei wuxian, self-aware and appropriately versed in the comedies of shameless enticement, is inviting one and all (for some measure of all, as he is only one man with two hands) to take part in a little... experiment.]

as the snow thaws,
as new grass springs from the earth,
as the sun rises, warmer—
i offer my hand to hold,
without question,
without judgment.

-

a favor for a favor: a confidence, a deed, or a kiss. my ask: a child's toy for gusu lan's hanguang-jun, in honor of his fatherhood.

[smellslikemountains]

[ Unfortunately poetry like this absolutely flies over this country bumpkin's head. He takes a while to read it.

Tries reading it again. And again.

And then... ]

you need toy for child?