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Holiday time drained Keishin of any and all will to live despite the shop being tiny and as he made it back home his only goal were a bath and a night of sleep.
He almost made a beeline for the bathroom until his eyes were drawn to the figure sitting at the dinner table, a bright light shining on a doll house sized Christmas wreath.
Ittetsu was holding a pair of tweezers, skillfully sticking tiny sequins to the wreath.
Every line of his face spoke of care and effort, his lips curved in a soft smile.
Keishin smiled too.