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[After MK is done exploring his art room, he slips down into the lab. He figures Red Son will be down here eventually. This his why he leaves the gift on the workbench. It is a small box, wrapped in flame patterned wrapping paper. Mk even made sure the ribbon on top looks like a little flame.

Inside is a necklace. Rather than a chain, MK has made it with some sort of soft braided fabric. Careful examination will reveal it to be werewolf fur. For Red Son, he has three charms on his necklace. One is a shiny purple rock that has been formed into a bull shape, a black stone in the form of a fan, and lastly a small monkey holding a bowl made of a white rock. Each are polished to shine and are perfect in shape.]

[Of course Red Son finds it eventually. He returns to the workshop regularly to pick up various gifts. There is a lot of care for personal ones, though there's some impersonal for particularly good customers. Keeps them coming back and all.]

[He finds the necklace, looking it over with a growing fond smile.]

[He finds MK, probably when he's making lunch, wrapping his arms around him, burying his face against the back of his neck.]

[He may feel the necklace pressed to his back between their bodies.]

Did you like your present? [He murmurs against his neck, lightly kissing it.]

[MK is in the kitchen making lunch. He hums when Red Son presses close and leans back into the warmth. He nods.]

I love it. How about you? Do you like yours?

[Red Son hums, nuzzling his neck.] Its lovely. Very sweet.

I'm glad. I wanted you to have something so a part of me was always with you. I used my magic to make them.

Artsy spent days weaving werewolf fur together. So it shouldn't break anytime soon.

I must ask, was it deliberate to make it werewolf fur so I wouldn't be able to set it on fire, or was that just a happy accident?

[Wait]

Whose Artsy?

It was on purpose. [He nods and blinks.]

Oh right. You haven't met that clone, have you? My Artsy clone. He is me just kinda obsessed with art and making it perfect.

Clever Noodle Boy. [Another kiss to his neck.]

...how many obsessive clones do you have?

[A pleased noise.]

Just three. Porty, Artsy, and Delivery. All the others are normal. Not sure why.

[Definitely keeping him this slow, gentle affection to his neck. To not distract him TOO much from the food.] That is quite peculiar. Does Wukong have any idea why?

Not really. I asked him once if he left out clones too long. He said they sometimes get a mind of their own. Not sure if any of his ever stayed like mine did. I'll have to ask.

Taste?

[He holds up a spoon for Red Son to taste the sauce.]

Where they retain those oddities like Porty between summonings?

[He'll lean forward to taste the offering.] Hmmm, tastes good.

I don't know. I need to ask.

[He smiles.] Good. Then lunch should be ready soon.

Hm, well, they are interesting. And do give an...interesting perspective to your psyche.

Good. And I even have dessert, if you're interested.

I'll introduce you to the other two then so you can see their interesting perspective for yourself.

I'm always down for dessert.

Hm, maybe when you show 'Artsy' the art room. What would your crystalized joy for it looks like. [He nuzzles under his ear and whispers.] I wonder if his reaction would get you riled up? Does it work if you expect it?

[MK shivers and swallows a little. Red Son is clearly in a mood. And he likes the energy.]

I don't know. I think it'll be a surprise. Um. We should see. Together. Hmmm. After dessert maybe? Sound good?

[MK isn't the only one who can menace.]

[He chuckles.] It would be very telling if it still happens after 'dessert.' [He'll feel the bull tail wrap around his leg.] Not that I mind either way.

[Mk blushes as he feels it. He swallows.]

Then we can have dessert in the art room. And do both.

Hm, if you don't mind. It is meant to be your space. That's why I gave you a key. Only people you invite in should be allowed in. [And, well, Red Son has felt he's been given too much 'reign' over the house when he wants to share it with MK.]

Then I invite you in for dessert. It'll be fun. [Especially if he is reading where this is going right. And with Artsy, it would be fun. And probably a little weird.]

[Probably. Red Son is not exactly sure what will happen with the clone around, but MK was always delightful in his surprises.]

Hm, that is the idea. I even got this new outfit and everything.

[Another kiss to the back of his neck, because pulling away to head to the table, hips swaying.]

[And very much wearing a sexy santa number, with no sleeves, exposed shoulders, and a very short skirt, hugging her curves, to go with thigh high red socks.]

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[Mk turns to look at Red Son and makes an eep noise. He stares at the outfit and swallows.]

Oh. Oh Merry Christmas indeed. Heh. You're prepared, as always.

[She grins as she takes a seat, chin resting on her hands. Eyes very intently watching MK.] Well, you have been a very good boy this year.

Its only right you get plenty of...presents.

[MK smiles back at her.]

Even with all my menacing?

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