I’d like to formally introduce Helo (Hee-low) to our family!
He’s less than a year old (according to the vet) and is very healthy. :) Helo was found wandering up to someone’s doggy door on Christmas Eve. The family that found him could not locate the owners (no one ever came forward), however the could not keep him due to their dogs basically wanting to eat him. 😬
My husband and I decided to foster him until the owners came forward except no one ever did. And no microchip.
Now it seems apparent that he’s here to stay. 🙂 He’s a great addition to the ferret fam. He’s very playful and energetic. He’s also a bit cuddly. We’re not happy with his previous owners for apparently giving up on him, but grateful he’s in our lives now and safe.
Some grossly romantic Hollywood movie star KageHina fluff~ (￣▽￣*)ゞ (not part of santababy… just something I wanted to write)
EXT. THE KAGEHINA MANSION - NIGHT
A Beverly Hills Christmas (almost). It’s December twenty-fourth, Christmas Eve, and the mansion is still busy with activity. There are no plans for a Christmas party this year, but many of the staff have stayed on tonight on a volunteer basis—though Kageyama is sure the amount of alcohol he has provided has something to do with that. It’s nearly a party anyway, and the hustle and bustle is sort of festive—plus, he needs all the help he can get.
Hinata has been shooting on location for three weeks in the south of France. He gets home that night (in five minutes, apparently, because he never calls ahead), and Kageyama has organized—with copious amounts of help from their friends and managers—turning the mansion into a surprise winter wonderland just in time for Hinata’s return. Hinata loves Christmas, and Kageyama loves Hinata, and so dumping him right into the spirit of the holiday season seems like a good way to say, “Welcome home (I missed you)”.
“Update—all the stairway lights are done, and they just hung the star on the tree in the foyer,” Suga says, falling into step beside him as he hurries down the stairs. “And you look very nice.”
Kageyama smooths his black vest over the dark red (Suga and Hinata would both call the shade wine) button down he’s wearing, and nods.
“Thank you for helping with this,” he says. Suga waves him off. He’s busy snapping pictures of the decked out house with his phone, which Kageyama is sure will go up on all their official social media pages in mere moments.
“I don’t fly out for another three days,” Suga says. He’s going back to Japan to see his parents, but wanted to skip the holiday airport traffic. “Yachi is hosting a little get together tonight, but that doesn’t start until later.”
They step into the foyer and Kageyama takes a moment to stop and admire the Christmas tree that’s been set up right in the middle. The mansion is three stories, and it has uninterrupted space in the entryway, right up to the lofty ceiling. The tree nearly touches it, soaring high into the air—they’re in the process of taking down the ladder necessary to reach the top.
“Excellent,” he breathes, staring at the intricate white lights and ornaments, and at the top, a gleaming gold Hollywood star that makes him smile. “It looks bloody brilliant, Suga.”