#ruining christmas for everybody just like he promised smh

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opacho is not someone gyutaro would call a friend - he doesn't have friends. in fact, if he had it his way, he'd spend a majority of his endless existence eating and sleeping, though he'd never see an ounce of its rewards. learning of this holiday and it's ridiculous nature, he doesn't have much interest in knowing that he, like usual, will not benefit from it. instead, he focuses on the intense yearning to take and take before others can see their rewards. he has little manners and rarely thanks people - unless it's sarcastic or filled with disdain. yet, he knows opacho has done more than a decent job at baiting humans - all for the sake of a hashira showing up. the gift he has in hand is nothing short of disappointing. another human trinket that makes little sense - silky fabrics that are colorful and too bright for his exhausted eyes. daki could use it, but he knows she'll complain about the color. with paper torn and a broken box in hand, he surveys the contents before idly shoving it towards opacho, grunting slightly. "guess you've earned some type of reward for all the food you've lured in." it's the best happy holiday opacho will receive.

The evening was quiet, the faint hum of insects being the only sound as Opacho sat cross-legged on the engawa, staring blankly at the stars as her thoughts drift back to her earlier conversation with Gyutaro. It was frustrating to explain who Santa was and the concept of Christmas to a creature that's lost its humanity. Not that it really interested him, she supposes. It was probably for the best anyways, as he didn't seem to care about anything else much beyond his sister.

The demon's sudden approach pulls the child from her thoughts. She stares at the battered box that was suddenly thrust at her then blinks up at him in confusion before cautiously taking it, crumpling the torn paper as she pulls out a hexagonal patterned orange and yellow colored fabric. Opacho turns it over in her hands trying to make sense of what it was—a ribbon perhaps? Maybe a scarf?

Was he giving her this because of their conversation? He probably took it from someone then. Opacho hesitates briefly, unsure if she should even thank him or take the present, but she still feels somewhat compelled to at least acknowledge the gesture. Tis the season and all. "Oh... uhm… thanks?”

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