That would be lovely, Donnie! I got you and your brothers some stuff, admittedly. . .

[Will not admit she really wants Donnie's family to approve of her.]

But, yeah. I can definitely call that evening. Mom's finally hiring help to watch my siblings. . . So, hopefully everything goes to plan.

. . . [Hands him a flat box tied in a blue ribbon. She got everyone in the Hamato family merch from her newest merch drop, and that includes some sick Sakura Cobra jackets. They're all in the boys' colors, too. Custom order from Agnes herself.]

M-Merry Christmas... <:)

*christmas day

++ and sisters' stuff. They're all pretty young, so... And plus.. I wanna visit my dad's-- grave? I don't think it's the right word. . .

Well, uhm. My mom...did something fiscally irresponsible, so now I'm paying for it with my career and time.

[She perks up at the video call idea.]

I do suppose that'll work! It'll probably have to be the afternoon of Christmas Eve, because of how we're gonna have to figure out all my brothers ++

I mean, I dunno if I'll be able to see you until after Christmas. I can give you my gift now, and you can open it on Christmas day?

I'm going to be so exhausted into the new year, I have so many gigs to work.

[A sigh. . .]

Hi, Donnie~ Happy holidays! [She'd greet, stepping up towards him.]

Uh, is it weird to give you your gift now, or should I wait till Christmas comes along itself?

. . . Donnie! :)

((DONNIE/AGNES (opens my hands) /vvvvvnf

Joy to the world 🎶

[Also freezing. Cold blooded creatures suffer during this time. . .]

(( im talkin w/ windy rn. she might return.

(( i miss aedific and having a spirit </3

++ from a stranger today. . .

[It felt like love itself, and while the arrow hadn't stuck true, it made her heart fuzzy and her head feel like a warzone.]

[She offers a gentle laugh at the tease, wiping more tears from blue oculars, visage slightly smudged with wet make up.]

[Agnes didn't even notice the mistletoe, to be fair. But once she's pulled into a warm kiss... tears start to form in the corners of her eyes. A heavy swallow and a wiping of her mascara tears, she is immediately apologizing.]

I-I'm so sorry, I-- wasn't expecting the most tender kiss ++

[Cracking miserably. She strides to the door, trying to appear like she hadn't just had a mental breakdown over a phone number appearing on her screen, opening the door a crack.]

...Andrea?

[ @doctorfraud.bsky.social ]

++ her up on her feet, and hands quickly snatch up tissues to clean up her puffy eyes and face. . . the phone notification of a voice message being left by /her/ rings out, and she takes a few breaths, trying to anchor herself. The doorbell rings again.]

C-Coming! [She'd say, her voice ++

++ The words to that fucking song she wrote for her ex pound across her mind, how much she loved her, how beautiful their wedding was going to be, how much she wanted to settle down and start a family... Bile rises in her throat, and is hastily swallowed down.]

[The doorbell rings, sending ++

but things were supposed to be getting better. The ringing finally stops, and her head hits her couch's pillows, a harsh blink to gush out more mascara bubble teardrops. Heavy breathing, and an eventual sigh. Why hadn't she blocked that number yet. . . it's like she was waiting to be hurt again. ++

++ She was so sure she was free, questions roil around in her head, tears do not stop. Everything was supposed to be better now. Sure, she constantly feels heart aches whenever she thinks back to college, the sex, the parties, the vile things she endured. ++

[She's coiled up in her apartment, phone halfway across the phone as it rings. Her ex's number blinks on the screen, and Agnes had reflexively thrown it once it began to buzz and ring. Body shaking, Agnes can't help how her make up stains her face when tears gush out. Shaky breaths. ++

i'm mr. loverman & i miss my lover, man.

(( i really wanna be here but ough nobody to rp w/ ))

[Drawing Andrea in her work notebook. Deeeeep, dreamy sigh.]

[ ♡ @doctorfraud.bsky.social ♡ ]

(( BE SAFE, WE LOVE YOU. <3 <3 /plat + /pos

[Granola bars for lunch. . . Agnes can't be eating too much, she's too nervous about this rave.]

(( agnes fit for the rave lol

[Her body tenses under the touch, and the words make Agnes hold in a nervous laugh. She leans in, attempting to go in quick, since she feels nauseous from her own self loathing right now. A soft peck is put on the other's lips, the cold of the lip ring on her lower lip tickles.]