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Title: Ugly Christmas Sweaters
Characters: Mimi, Sora||Ship: Mimi x Sora
Chapters: 1-2||Words: 750||Total Words: 750
Genre: Romance, Humor||Rated: G
Notes: Healer/Firestarter AU, no epilogue, Tri, or Kizuna.
Summary: Mimi’s brought over a few ideas from her time in the States. Such as ugly Christmas sweaters.
Mimi leaned forward, barely able to contain her joyful squeals as Sora started to unwrap her package. Her fingers clenched and unclenched and a few of the potted plants tucked away into the bright corners of the room wriggled in reaction to her glee. She didn’t bother to ask them to calm down; she would be unable to calm herself until Sora actually saw the present, and it wasn’t fair to ask them to do what she couldn’t.
Sora slipped the wrappings off and stared at the sweater as she pulled it out. It was a horrid shade of green with a smiling gingerbread man displayed on the front, with English lettering. She peered at it, frowning.
“Let’s get baked?” She glanced at Mimi, who couldn’t control herself for another second.
“Yes! I saw it and I thought it really fit both of us.” She trailed one finger through the air. “I do baking and cooking and you’re a Firestarter. Baking!”
Sora’s lips twitched a little. “I suppose you’re right – and it is – ugly.” She said the word as if she weren’t certain if Mimi would approve of her description.
“I know!” Mimi grinned even more, fit to split her entire face. “It’s perfect! I told you I wanted to do ugly Christmas sweaters this year.”
Her Firestarter-lover nodded. Mimi wasn’t surprised at her confusion. So far as she knew, Sora hadn’t ever purchased an ugly Christmas sweater in her entire life. She probably didn’t even know what an ugly Christmas sweater was. But spending time in America had given Mimi quite a few new ideas for the holiday seasons.
She did look forward to spending a little time under the mistletoe when they got to the Chosen party later, though. She and Sora had their first kiss at sixteen under mistletoe and she enjoyed reliving that every year.
Sora folded the sweater onto her lap. “I know you did.” A sudden grin touched her lips, and Mimi could feel the heat rising, in more than one way. “Which is why I think you’re going to just love this.”
She reached over to pick up a package of her own and handed it over. “I couldn’t imagine getting anything other than this for you.”
Mimi didn’t hold herself back. She squealed as she started to open it up, not even caring what it would look like. Whatever Sora would get would be perfect – for a given value of perfect, since this was ugly sweater time.
“I didn’t exactly get you a sweater,” Sora told her, half-apologizing. “I couldn’t find one that I thought was – right. So I got that instead.”
Mimi didn’t care. Sora could have gotten her nothing at all and she would be happy about it. But then she saw what was there and could not stop herself from laughing in absolute glee.
A pajama set lay on her lap, mostly black, decorated with white snowmen and candy-canes. It even came with a hood!
“If you want to wear it, it’s pretty warm,” Sora told her. Mimi tried to glower at her. She wasn’t that good at it, but she tried.
“There’s only one problem I’ve got with this,” she said. Sora blinked, a hint of worry there. “It’s pajamas! I’m not wearing pajamas to the party!”
Sora blinked another few times before she started laughing. “I wouldn’t expect you to.”
Mimi looked at the pajamas again, before she started to grin. “Then again, why shouldn’t I? It’s just our friends. They’ve seen me do weirder things. Do you need the list?”
Sora shook her head at once, eyes widening. “Mimi! You said it yourself. You can’t wear pajamas to a party!”
“Of course I can. It’ll save time when we get back home too. I won’t have to change to get ready for bed.” She hopped to her feet. “I better get changed! It’s about time to go!”
She wasn’t sure if Sora were holding back laughter or not. She thought she was. As she headed for the bathroom, she paused long enough to wave one finger at Sora.
“And put your sweater on too! We want everyone to see our gifts, don’t we?”
Oh, that look of surprise on Sora’s face was just priceless. Mimi so looked forward to making her look like that whenever she got the chance. Sora rapidly shook her head even more, but she was smiling the whole time. “Mimi, no!”
Mimi ducked into the bathroom, then peeked back out. “Mimi, yes!”
To Be Continued
Notes: So, if you follow me on tumblr, this is the fic I originally listed as “Thought That Counts”. KrazieKat/healingmichiko just asked for ugly Christmas sweaters in a Healer/Firestarter AU and didn’t specify which characters, so I wanted to keep that a surprise even from her. So here we are.