Merry Christmas everyone!
Prompt: Farfarello "celebrates" Christmas in Japan.
"It's an urban legend," explained Schuldig.
"You can make it happen." Farfarello smiled, as if he were asking for a puppy.
"You want me to take time out from brainwashing schoolgirls for that?"
"For crucifying Santa, yes."
Nagi spoke from behind Farfarello. "I want to see it too. There's got to be more to Schwarz than guarding Takatori."
"In time, Nagi." Crawford laughed softly. "Usually you come to my office, demanding things of me, Schuldig."
Schuldig sighed. "We'll all go to KFC and then--" He made a dismissive gesture in the air. "If we find the right person, we'll see."
Prompt: Crawford/Schuldig and a futon.
"Somehow, I thought romance was implied."
"Just because it's Christmas?" Schuldig didn't look round from his position at the window.
"No. The onsen." Crawford shifted on the futon.
"I can't think of anything less boner-inducing than a pool of naked men."
Crawford started to say something, then thought better of it.
"Yours is fine. Yours is cute."
Crawford's mouth repeated that last word silently.
"Life just isn't romantic for telepaths. And 'romance' isn't what you're after anyway."
Schuldig heard the crunch of beans from the pillow, then footfalls on tatami. Naked, Crawford wrapped his arms around Schuldig and said nothing.
Notes: Janken is the Japanese version of Rock, Paper, Scissors.
Hands bound, mouth gagged. Crawford loomed over him, regarding him with curiosity.
Behind, a red-head lurked in shadow. He grinned. "He's a member of the team who attacked us. Weiss."
"Are you sure?" Crawford had to raise his voice over the sobs.
"Well, I'm no mind-reader..."
Crawford snorted as if he'd heard a joke.
"Look!" screamed the guy on the floor. "My name's Suzuki Ryou! I don't know any 'Weiss'! Just let me go!"
Schuldig looked at the tears running down Suzuki's face. "Definitely Weiss. Who else would be so convincing?"
"Janken?" suggested Crawford, and raised his hand to start.