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Suit.

2006/12/23 23:07

Christmas presents.

I prefer to ask what the other person would want and then exchange the desired items on the big day.

So.

This year, for my Christmas present,

I requested what I wanted last year: a suit.

… Y-ko loves suits, too.

Y-KO:So, about the usual suit present…
ME:Yes?
Y-KO:I want to make it a surprise this year.
ME:… Pardon? A surprise?
Y-KO:Yes, a surprise.

Surprise…

Which would mean, I’m assuming, that I won’t know precisely what kind of suit she bought me?

ME:… I’m sorry, but uhh…
normally you have to try on a suit to make sure it’s fitted properly, y’know?
Y-KO:Of course. Nothing looks worse than an ill-fitting suit.
ME:Which would mean I have to try on the suit…
… thus ruining the element of surprise.
Y-KO:Tsk, tsk, tsk. How naive, Sebas.
ME:What?

D-don’t tell me that she’s capable of eyeballing suit sizes so precisely, I won’t even need to try it on before she buys it!

What a pointless talent that would be!

But kind of nice!

… I thought on the spot,

but once again, she forged onward by betraying my expectations.

Y-KO:This year, you should buy your own Christmas present suit.
That way you can try it on yourself beforehand, right?
ME:… Huh?

I’d pick out my own present?

True, that would eliminate any problems with the fit…

… but where’s the surprise in that?

ME:I have to pick out my own suit?
Y-KO:That’s right. You’d better settle on a sharp one!
ME:… Me picking out my own suit is a “surprise”?
Y-KO:That’s right.

… Uh.

… Okay.

So that’s your plan, Y-ko.

Y-KO:So, I won’t have any idea what kind of suit you bought until Christmas day!
I’m so excited to find out what sort of suit you’ll wear!

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ME:……….

… Yes.

—True, it is a surprise.

Your entire idea is a surprise!

Y-KO:And if you make sure to bring home a suit that I like, there’ll be a reward in it for you.
ME:… A reward?
Y-KO:Yes! I will reward you by stepping on you!
ME:How is that in any way a reward?!

What a creepy sexual turn-on!

Sorry, Y-ko, but I don’t roll that way!

Y-KO:Oh, sorry. Good point.
ME:Well, as long as you get it right…
Y-KO:I’ll make sure to step on you with my high heels!
ME:Never mind, you’ve got it completely wrong!

What do you mean “make sure”?

You act as though that was the missing ingredient!

ME:Look, maybe you’re under a mistaken impression… I’m not a total masochist, babe!
You know that, right?! If anything——I’m a slight masochist!

I definitely don’t derive any pleasure from being stepped on!

…… Right?… Yeah, right. I think.

I mean, I’m only a slight masochist. Just a slight one.

Y-KO:……
ME:……
Y-KO:……
ME:…… Would you stop giving me that cold, disgusted glare?
Y-KO:Sorry, not gonna happen.
ME:… Please?
Y-KO:What about the suit?
ME:… I’ll buy it on my own.
Y-KO:Very good. I am expecting a gorgeous one, Sebas.
ME:Yes, ma’am. I’m looking forward to it, too. I like picking out clothes.
Y-KO:And you like being stepped on, too.
ME:What’s with your obsession with stepping on me?!
Y-KO:It’s a desire that stems from intellectual curiosity.
ME:How is that in any way intellectual?!

It’s a curiosity without the least shred of intellect involved!

Y-KO:Or wait, maybe I’m thinking of ineffectual curiosity.
ME:That sounds like something you’re better off without.
Y-KO:As they say, curiosity killed the Sebas.
ME:Why am I the one who dies?!
Y-KO:The cause: death by moe.
ME:……!

I hate the fact that I thought “that wouldn’t be so bad” for just an instant!

Y-KO:Death by moe trampling?
ME:What’s with the fixation with stepping on me?!
Plus, not only do I not find being stepped on “moe,” it also won’t kill me!
Y-KO:What if I wore my heels?
ME:How did you get this belief that I love high heels so much?!
Y-KO:Because I want shoes for my present this year.
Ones with nice high heels.
ME:…… I see.
Y-KO:So let’s go buy some tomorrow.
ME:… All right.

That sure was a roundabout way to get to the point… So roundabout, it doesn’t even qualify as roundabout?

… Oh, whatever.

Sometimes I wish she would just come out and tell me what she wants without all the joking…

Merry Christmas, everyone.