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[Lucifer holds up one of the little tea cups, examining it and its paint job critically. He has more paint on his hands and arms than the entire tea set has combined.]

I still can't tell if this is supposed to be a turtle or a... what, an elephant? Is that a trunk?

[The world may never know. He sets it down carefully with the other items.]

Now what, Kisuke? Wait for him to find them?

[At least Lucifer has warmed up a bit through this little activity.]

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_{[He does put the fan to use, tapping Ukitake lightly on the top of his head as he passes by him to toss the pieces of paper into the fire, watching as they burn. It's almost like a physical representation of the fire burning inside of him, but he doesn't let it bother him, doesn't even stay for too long. Only long enough to fan the fire with a grin.]}

Away, bad juju, away with you~

[Unohana would roll her eyes at the other two shinigami's antics, but a) she doesn't roll her eyes, ever, and b) she's used to them. So she just smiles indulgently, and turns to Lucifer-san to accept the compliment.]

Why, thank you, Lucifer-san. But for a gift, the intentions of the person giving are more important than the perfection of the gift itself, you know that.

[Or maybe not. In which case, well, she's telling you now.]

Easy for you to say. When we have guests he'll be pulling out your handiwork to show off.

[Convincing an angel that perfection isn't key isn't just tricky, it's the work of a lifetime.]

The pieces are all dry; you guys start wrapping, I'll go get him up.

[Well...Unohana's cup is really pretty.]

Hm, all right. Urahara-san, where is this paper you spoke of?

Ah! [He reaches into his haori, judging the paint on his hands to be dry enough before pulling out a piece of slightly crumpled and faded, but carefully folded wrapping paper.] Here~♥!

[Upstairs, Lucifer bends over the bed and shakes Break's shoulder.]

It's time for tea~

Penguin.

[Starting, yanking upright, ASJASDOA-]

[That's pretty much why he likes waking him up. In increasingly startling ways.]

Come on! Christmas is starting! Downstairs, now!

Aaaugh what-

[Staggering off the bed. There must be a fire?]

[Lucifer lets him go on ahead, and stays in the bedroom with the hellcat. He helped with painting, but the thought of whatever will happen downstairs is oddly unsettling to him. He's never known how to do surprise parties.]

[Break staggers downstairs and around the corner, sleepy eyed and confused.

He still doesn't quite know what the heck is going on.]

_{[He almost runs skull first into Urahara, who stuck his head around the corner to see if Break was coming before dancing quickly out of the way, still quite... painted before he notices that Lucifer is not with the other man.]}

Break-san~! Sit, sit, Lucifer-san looks like he's pouting again, I'll go get him.

_{[While making sure to keep the present well out of sight as he goes upstairs, careful to keep a metaphorical eye out for cruel claws sinking into his ankles in case he's not met with a content purr and rub of invisible fur.]}

Ah, Lucifer-san~ We can't do this without you~♥

[He's sprawled comfortably on the bed, reading. He knows Urahara's right (and his expression when he sees the shopkeeper says as much), but.]

Gift giving isn't really a thing we do.

[He looks distinctly uncomfortable now that it's come down to it, and he hasn't got the slightest idea why. It's been a long, long, long time since Lucifer gave any effort in a group project.]

Did you get it wrapped?

Lucifer!

[Break yells in the mean time, disoriented, from the stairs.

It's rather more revealing than he'd like it to be if he were awake. He calls for him when he's tired or confused.]

Of course~! Now come, come!

_{[Gift giving is apparently a big. thing. for Urahara. The shinigami is radiating excitement and even goes so far as to reach out and tug Lucifer off of the bed and towards the door, pausing only to tilt his head at the yell before he's tugging more insistently again.]}

See? We mustn't keep him waiting.

_{[Or Urahara, he looked like he might explode any minute now.]}

[And that gets Lucifer up, grinning a little sheepishly at Urahara. You can't argue with Break. Not when he's still groggy.]

All right. Come on.

[Just before they reach Break he murmurs:]

If he hates it, I'm blaming it all on Ukitake.

_{[That gets Lucifer a conspiratorial grin before he gives him a final tug so that he's in the living room before bouncing in front of Break, tapping him on the nose (much like one would press the 'on' button for something) as he surreptitiously handed the present back over to Ukitake so that he and Unohana could set it back onto the coffee table without Break seeing.]}

Are you more awake now, Break-san?

_{[He'll keep tapping until you are.]}

[And with the package handed off to him, Ukitake glides over to the coffee table and gently sets down the gift, all the while smiling pleasantly. Apparently Urahara's excitement is contagious!]

Ah, be nice, Urahara-san.

You're all here. And not killing each other.

Did someone die?

I think we'd be more prone to violence if someone had. We're all a little "touchy" that way.

[Lucifer swats Urahara's hand away from Break's nose, and sits on the counter to watch.]

Kisuke? Do you want to-

[Get that lumpy package?]

_{[Not even pausing to pout at Lucifer, Urahara dances out of the way for Break to see the package. The wrapping paper is giraffe-themed for some reason, maybe a little faded and wrinkled, and definitely lumpified, but he's still excited nonetheless.]}

We decided to make you a little something~♥!

[Ukitake just holds his hands in front of himself, excited to see how Break will react, and hoping he'll like their efforts, however patched together or rushed.]

...you made me something?

[He takes a half step closer. This is a lot of grinning, and a lot of him being the centre of attention, not because of his own trolling. He doesn't quite know how to proceed.]

[However nerve-wracking this is for Lucifer, he wonders if Break will be able to recognize their efforts. Unohana's perfect flowers, Ukitake's colours. And...er, the rest.

He surprises himself a bit when he urges:]

Open it.

_{[Lots of nodding from this end of the table.

Someone is very excited.]}