"Yeah, he has that effect on people, doesn't he?" You nod in agreement, looking over to your plus one with admiration in your eyes. "He's definitely a top five Pokemon of all time. Maybe even top three!"

"oo such high praise (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)" Meltan replies, blushing. Or, well, you imagine that he's blushing. He doesn't actually have blood, nor does he have skin, so he can't actually blush, but you like to think that he's metaphorically blushing. "thank you shred and future lady (￣^￣)ゞ i'll do my best!!"

Man. How could anyone dislike this little guy? He's just so damn delightful! You give him two little pats on the head as you glance around the rest of the party. From the looks of it, they're about to start exchanging the white elephants, so you should probably get going. After all, considering the highly complex and deeply nuanced nature of your gift, you should probably be there to--

"--The fuck?"

You stare into the lens of the "kiss camera" with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. What chucklefuck came up with this idea? It's a Christmas party for criminals, not a fucking baseball game! If they were so eager to watch strangers kiss, they should've just camped out near the missile toad, like normal perverts do. Seriously... And they expected you to kiss Xenon, of all people? What a joke. Why would you ever kiss Xenon?

...

...

...Uh oh.

Wordlessly, you shotgun the rest of your whiskey, gently placing the glass back onto the table. Your right hand reaches over and settles upon Xenon's shoulder. Meanwhile, the left picks up Meltan and proceeds to stash him away into your jacket pocket, so that he might be spared from witnessing the massive, obvious, highly preventable mistake you're about to make.

But hey, that's fine, right? It's okay to make mistakes, as long as you learn from them! Granted, this is a mistake you've made several times before, and a lesson you probably should've learned already, but that's neither here nor there.

Besides, you'll have plenty of time to reckon with the consequences of your actions later. You might even find an excuse for them! You usually do.

"...You, uh, aren't going to report me to HR if I kiss you, right?"

---

Xenon Antheil

maki angles her head, giving a little bow of greeting. "hello, tori. i am maki yukimura." whether the name is known or not depends on Victoria Beckett 's knowledge of technology.

she holds up the box so jayden cross can see her gift. though she's difficult to read, there's small mannerisms that suggest she's quite happy with her gift. then she looks up and actually looks at jayden, blinking. that scarf... is that even possible?

she reaches out and touches it with her fingers. yes, she recognizes that material very well. "this was mine," she states flatly in disbelief. what are the odds, that out of all the people here, her gift would reach jayden? "it seems this casino is affecting probability." it's mostly a joke, but she does wonder if the exchange had been tampered with, thanks to this. it's not like it's important; as long as nobody was cheating at the actual gambling here, she didn't really care what anyone did.

The Oscar of the not-so-distant past would have crumbled under Priam as he leapt at him. Not this Oscar though, no sir. This Oscar was healthy and had been working out! So while he may have staggered and strained as he caught the much buffer Priam, Oscar would manage to keep his footing--for about five seconds. At least long enough to respond.

"I--missed you too--buddy---HRNG!"

Oscar collapsed on the floor, but would spring to his feet the moment Priam would allow him to. He probably should have been embarrassed by this ludicrous display, but he was too busy being happy to see his friend to care. Oscar recovered just in time to encounter Zev, who had decided to grace him and Priam with one of his coveted greetings. Oscar turned on his heels toward the beast and returned his greeting with a cheerful nod. "Zev! I did not expect to see you on the main floor. Then again, this is where the drinks are. Speaking of--"

Oscar's attempt to order something was cut short as Elisabeth Fiorelli announced the start of the White Elephant exchange. Oscar put his cravings aside for the moment, and eagerly waited for his turn to receive a gift. Once he had gotten it, Oscar would raise the expensive bottle of whiskey and admire it within the light.

"Now this is a fuckin' gift." He said toward Priam and Zev. "Whoever brought this has some taste. Time for us to get the same." Oscar would run to the bar and grab some bourbon glasses (and a glass of prosecco, he didn't forget). Placing everything on a nearby table, Oscar would pour both Priam and Zev a generous glass of his new top shelf whiskey before pouring a glass for himself. As he handed Priam his glass, Oscar would inquire about his sweater offer.

"Hey if you make one for me can it be extra baggy? I like being 'lost' in my sweater, y'know?"

Oscar raised his glass toward his two companions. "To another splendid year!" He was about to take a drink when a rotom phone flew in his face. Oscar glanced around, and was unamused to find his pale visage upon a nearby screen with a heart surrounding his head--alongside Zev and Priam. Oscar kissed his glass before winking at the camera and turning away to enjoy his gifted beverage.

Zev Harcourt priam conrad

tl;dr
--Oscar loves his gift!
--Oscar shares a glass of whiskey with Zev and Priam.
--Oscar thinks kiss cams are icky!

Amor looked at the box that had been handed to him it was apparently the gift he had recieved for deigning to make an appearance, and he just quirked a brow. Setting his drink down as he began to unwrap it. How long had it been since he had received a proper gift? Shaking his head as he unwrapped it, and he looked down at the gift. It was a chess set, with beautifully carved pieces. Perhaps for most this would be a horrid gift, but for him this was perfect. As someone who painted, and sketched Amor could appreciate the artistry that went into making this, and he just marveled at it. Of course he didn't know that Cillian Quinn was the one who had made it, which would make it almost poetic in a way. So he tucked it away carefully, and he got up from the bar.

"I'm going to go perhaps stash my gift somewhere safe, and keep a lookout to make sure nothing fishy is going on. Well nothing fishier than usual. You kids behave." He gave a wink to both howard slayte, and Makoto Kurumi despite how close they were in age to one another. Amor felt older than everyone after his time in that alternate world. Retaining twenty years of memories while retaining his younger appearance had done a number on him mentally. That on top of the island, he still felt the fatigue from it all.

So he waded off into the crowd for the moment to go stash his new beloved gift, exchanging niceties all the while to whomever may happen upon him.

howard slayte, Makoto Kurumi, Cillian Quinn

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