InsaneJournal

The night around them lay, for something deep in the heart of a city, still and quiet. The holiday season had invaded, bringing with it a sense of merry delight that swelled and swelled as more days passed, and for many, tonight it had finally exploded into loud celebrations, parties and dances and mixers and gatherings with friends. You'd have expected one hardline criminal and his nearly-there girlfriend to join in that revel, but they were spending the evening alone, stowed away in the gently lit cavern of Reizo's apartment.

Reizo's long legs were stretched out onto the coffee table, one arm threaded around Kiriko's shoulders, head tipped back and lips pursed to blow out impressively compact smoke rings that faded away into misty oblivion before they could collide with the ceiling. A red Santa Claus hat sat atop his head, the puffball at the tip hanging as rakishly as it could across one of his eyes.

A few moments of silence floated by, and quite a few more smoke rings, before he tipped his head and looked at her, the puff ball swaying from the movement of his head.

“You brought the cake, how come you haven't eaten any of it?”