<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Fuchsia Fox and an Artifact Absent</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9BmMCGl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong><em>Albion</em><br/><strong>DAY:</strong>December 25th, 2018 | 8:30PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Indigo Lounge<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Toshiro<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Let’s drink the night away<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Classy as usual (https://i.imgur.com/sUMHI7S.jpg)<br/><br/>The beautiful pure white snow that had fallen on the ground yesterday was now a depressing, grey slush. It was Christmas, time of family and loved ones. There were many couples on the grey streets and this poor weather didn’t seem to be enough to bring their festive spirits down. Plentiful decorations of red, gold and white all over the place. Cheerful Christmas carols playing in stores and malls.<br/><br/>There was someone who didn’t look happy at all. Albion entered into the Indigo Lounge. He didn’t bother to tap his shoes at the edge of a vestibule to knock off all the slush out of his shoes. The young man looked rather devastated, like this was the worst day of his life. He was hanging his head low as headed towards his usual spot, like it was something programmed into him. Albion greeted Toshiro with a simple small nod before he sat on the stool and lifted one finger up, signaling Tulip to give him the usual. There was a silence between them, filled only by the music coming from the background. His long fingers lifted the glass once it was placed in front of him and with one swig it was empty.<br/><br/>“Another one” the man said laconically and let out a deep drawn sigh. He loosened his tie and opened couple of the top buttons of his shirt, like they were suffocating him. The gaze of his green eyes wandered from the glass to Toshiro sitting by his side. A hint of smile made the edges of his lips rise. “Aren’t we just a sad pair? Drinking here at Christmas.” It was a rhetorical question. He let out a quiet lifeless laugh. It looked like something had really got him under the weather, but he wasn’t eager to talk about it.<br/><br/>He turned to look back in front of him, staring somewhere in distance behind Tulip. His face didn’t give away what was going in his mind. He tapped his front pocket. Something muttered under his breath, maybe a swear word from forgetting his smokes and a lighter. “I’m out of cigs. Throw me a pack” He asked Tulip and catched a fresh packet of cigarettes. The way he unwrapped the packet and tapped a smoke out of it looked like it was such a routine that he didn’t even pay any attention to what he was doing. There was certain kind of elegance in the way he did all that. Albion took a cigarette between his lips and leant closer to Toshiro, waiting for him to lit it.<br/><br/>“Despite everything… You are the one I would like to spend this day the most.” In his words was warmth, deep warmth which was underlined by how his eyes stayed in his eyes when he inhaled the smoke and slowly blew it out, to aside from Toshiro.<br/>