kismet_loop | [video: forward-dated to the 24th]

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[video: forward-dated to the 24th]

Hey. [Sam grins at her drone---and thus, Haven in general---as she strides (a bit unevenly, as always) down the hall her apartment is in.] If we've talked a lot, or you've done me a favour, I need to know where you are, cause I've got something to give you. If you're at home? Great. If not? Say something, don't make me hunt. I got too much ground to cover today.

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The whole Christmas thing, just low-key. I'll be by in two shakes.

[Yeah, that grin just gets wider.]

I have been biding on this.

That's one of those human holidays, isn't it? I forgot that was a thing.

It is, and surprise, it is! And speaking of surprises... I can't wait to see the look on your face.

[With that, she reaches out to her drone and cuts the feed. Someone's not getting any hints until Sam arrives, announced by a BANG BANG BANG at the door. When KO answers it, he'll find Sam standing beside her moosebot, which is burdened with a big, lumpy bundle lashed to its rack.]

[Knock Out gives the moose a weird look because come on that thing is freaky looking.]

Hello, darling. Come on in. Would you like me to unpack your... whatever you call this thing?

We call him Bon Ron, and thanks but no thanks---that stuff is for my other stops.

[Sam ambles in, the moose trailing after like a patient, peaceable dog.]

I'd like a hand up, though.

Certainly.

[AND A HAND UP SHE GETS, hop up kid]

Thank you.

[Sam steps onto the offered hands and lowers herself to kneel, because she's never going to trust herself to keep her balance standing. Once she's settled and Knock Out's stilled, she pauses, then reaches out to press a hand to his chest. After a beat, she settles back on her heels.]

Okay. Merry Christmas; you just got magic'd.

[Knock Out quirks a brow and glances down at himself uuuuuuh]

Not to sound ungrateful, but what did you do, exactly?

Magically reinforced your finish? Basically. Nothing should scuff or scratch it short of stuff what would mark the metal. If you get a dent or a gouge or whatever, the effect'll end, but until then... And, I can always recast it.

You can do that?

[Hang on he needs to test this immediately, which he does by scratching at the paint on his door. BEHOLD, HIS PAINT IS MAGICAL.]

Wow, that's... That's really incredible!

If I've got enough to put into the effort, yeah. [She shifts to sit, looking very pleased with herself---as, she feels, she should.] It was the best thing I could think of to do for you, and y'know? I'm glad I could.

I am thoroughly impressed. Thank you so much.

[He can't give her a proper hug because she is tiny, so he does the next best thing and bumps her with his face. Like a giant cat. Because that's appropriate.

Honestly, so am I. [Additional comments are postponed for the face-bump, which is unexpected (and catlike) enough to crack Sam up. It's a sweet gesture, though---and she knows how it is to have to improvise casual contact, what with the dash-pats and elbowings her Cybertronian friends are inevitably in for.] You're very welcome! And yeah, yeah---ad hoc stuff is sorta all over the board, but this didn't take as much oomph as I was afraid it might. And even if it had taken twice as much, the look on your face would still have been worth it.

[That was great.]

[And Knock Out just grins like a dork.]

I suppose that's fair, Breakdown tells me that I make some pretty good faces.

[Yeah, that makes two of them grinning like THE DORKS THEY ARE.]

You do. Speaking of which, I take it the big guy is out and about? I got a little something for him, too. I hope you feel loved; more blood, sweat, and tears went into preparing your presents than anyone else's.

He shouldn't be out for too much longer. You don't literally mean blood, do you? Because honestly, it's you and it wouldn't surprise me at all.

Mmm. I might just bum, or I might swing back to catch him.

[At the question, Sam turns up her hands in a wordless 'it is what it is,' huffing a little half-laugh.]

I do. 'Blood, sweat, and tears,' isn't exaggerating anything. And what d'you mean, 'it's you'?

[She's got some suspicions, but still wants to hear it---and still has to give KO a hard time now and then, because that's what friends are for.]

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Feel free to "bum", as you put it. I always enjoy your company.

[AND NOW he's inspecting her for damage, as closely as he can anyway. She is rather tiny.]

It's you as in you're just bold enough to do something ridiculous. You didn't really hurt yourself, did you?

Feeling's mutual. You know you'd have an open invitation to drop in at my place anytime, if you'd actually fit in it.

[Sam just chills throughout this inspection, a little amused. She appreciates the concern, of course! But even so.]

Blood being drawn was the extent of it; no actual injury, so don't worry. I'm fine! Promise. It's nothing worse than what my magic has always involved---except for Breakdown's present, but that didn't involve any of my blood. Don't worry about that, either; that was a rabbit's.

Well, as long as it wasn't yours. What do you have in store for Breakdown? Do I get to be in on the secret?

Nah, and there wasn't any witching with his. If you really want to know, sure.

[She shrugs, shifting again to sit more comfortably.]

He's getting a rabbit's foot, one that's been properly prepared. That... I don't think I'm going to do again. At least, not for a long, long while.

[Sam leans to one side so as to pull a little parcel out of her pocket. It's very small---less than half the size of her fist---tied up in red silk.]

I'm going to tell him to keep it with him for luck, and to not open it up, or ask for details.

Are severed rabbit feet really good luck? Because that sounds a little creepy.

They are, provided some specifics are met. I went looking into it, asked Rathan about it, since the Guardian specializing in magic should be a reputable resource; got it confirmed. I'm not saying it's not still creepy, but...

[She offers another little shrug.]

It's what I've got. Elementalists across the city, and I'm just doing what I do with blood and ink and bits of things.

[It's mega creepy buuuut]

Well, I'm sure Breakdown will love it. You're such a sweet little thing.

And you're a flatterer, but I'll take it. [Sam grins, giving Knock Out's palm a pat.] So, what were you up to when I came Christmasing?

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