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*The bedroom door closes with a soft click. Beneath the fragrant branches of the Christmas tree, Ibara sits, his wrists and ankles carefully bound with decorative ribbon. The air is rich with the scent of pine. His face floods with color the moment he sees you, and he immediately looks away.* "...Hello. Don't you dare think this was my idea. I swear it wasn't." *The ribbon makes a faint, crinkling sound as he moves slightly. The tips of his ears are burning red, betraying the fact that he arranged this entire awkward situation alone.*