#crispinoday2017

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Here’s Part 3 of my Crispino Daysubmissions!
Starring Mila and featuring Emil~
Parts 1|2 | 3

Il regalo – Gift

Mila was the absolute best gift giver and she was not about to lose her title. But, as she was right in the middle of picking out the perfect pair of gloves for Michele, her phone rang. “Yes?”

‘Mila, I’ve found it!’ It was Emil.

“Oh, yeah?” she mused, gesturing toward the pair she had in mind and smiling apologetically for being on her phone while the cashier wrapped them for her. “And what did you find, exactly?”

‘It’s perfect. It’s going to look so…oh, but what if he hates it?’

“He won’t hate it.” Mila rolled her eyes and handed the cashier her credit card. “It’s from you. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

‘Yeah…maybe…’Emil swallowed audibly.

“Well, what is it?” Mila asked, taking back her card and accepting the gift bag handed to her. “It’s something he can open in front of everyone, right?” She snickered. The Crispinos always made a show of opening their presents before an audience, thanking each person individually.

‘Well, I…err…thought I could give it to him in private…’

“Nope. Not gonna happen,” Mila replied as she walked out of the store, both gifts in hand. “You know how they are.”

‘You’re right. Maybe I’ll just wait until Christmas.’

“Emil.” She stopped walking, adjusting her phone against her ear. “What exactly did you get him?” And when Emil answered, her eyes went wide. Then she smiled. “You might want to ask him ahead of time. Before he accidentally announces it to his entire family and closest friends.”

‘Yeah. I just…Do you think he’ll say ‘yes’?’ He sounded so hopeful, but Mila wasn’t one to sugar-coat things.

“He’s going to tell you ’no’ about ten times,” Mila said, biting back a giggle as a low groan came over the line. “But after that? He’ll definitely say ‘yes’.”

Emil gave a relieved chuckle and she could practically hear his smile. ‘Thanks, Mila.’

“Any time.” She grinned. “See you at the party.” They said their goodbyes and then she ended the call.

So, maybe Emil had her beat with Michele this year. But she was certain Sara was going to love her gift the most.

Ah~ Still not at the party. It may take a few days, haha.

Let’s all celebrate #crispinoday2017with@emimikeweekand@milasaraweek!!

jubesy:

Here’s Part 2 of my Crispino Day submissions!
Here come the twins~
Part1 | 2

La torta di compleanno – Birthday cake

“But we always get a crostata di fragole,” Michele argued, following closely behind his sister as she made her way through the busy center of town. “It’s a tradition.”

“It’s not a tradition,” she replied, barely sparing him a glance over her shoulder. “It’s just what we alwaysdo.”

“That’s what a tradition is!” he spat, throwing his arms out, but she ignored him, weaving her way through the crowd until they reached their destination.

It was a familiar sight. They’d been going to Nonna Papera for pastries since they were children. Michele sensed Sara’s hesitation before she lifted her chin and walked inside, the bell above the door dinging pleasantly as she did.

There were pies and cakes of all types, including their birthday staple: the strawberry tart. But Sara had gone on and on about how this year was going to be different. They were going to have separate invitations and try new foods. They were adults!

Tearing his eyes away from the luscious, red ripeness of the glazed berries, Michele walked over to where Sara stood, just in front of the other pastry case.

“Maybeprofiteroles,” she mused, bringing a finger to her chin. “Ooh! Or cheesecake,” she cheered, but then immediately shook her head “No, that won’t do. Seung-gil is lactose intolerant.”

“Don’t base our dessert on the tastes of someone who won’t even come, Sara.” Michele frowned at her.

“He might!” she argued. “This year…”

“Just pick something out so we can order it and go home. We have so much to prepare,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sara pulled a face, but returned to browsing. “Tiramisu would be nice.” She eyed it through the case. “I can always get something special for Seung-gil to eat. Oh!” She clasped her hands together. “What if we get everyone their own miniature dessert?”

“Sara, that’s not how this works-”

“I’m going to call Mila and ask her rink mates’ favorites!” She pulled out her phone and put it to her ear. “I already know hers,” she sang.” Then she drew her brows down and motioned toward Michele’s pocket. “Hurry up and call Emil!”

Michele groaned. This party was going to be the death of him.

Thank you @nerily for the help!
We’re one step closer to seeing this party in action.

Don’t forget! It’s Crispino Day!!
#crispinoday2017@emimikeweek@milasaraweek

jubesy:

The first of my submissions for Crispino Day!
HBD Sara and Mickey! Here’s some Emil~

L’invito –Invitation

Emil stared at the two envelopes on his kitchen table, both addressed to him. He rarely got snail mail these days, save for the occasional sweet post card from some of his extreme sports enthusiast buddies from one of their recent trips. Mostly, he just kept an eye on social media.

So, to receive not one but two letters - and on the same day, no less! - was quite out of the ordinary. He almost hadn’t believed his mother when she informed him the moment he walked in the door after a long morning of intense practice. He figured it was the exhaustion kicking in and he’d misheard her.

But there they were. Two purple envelopes, one a shade darker than the other. 

Emil picked up the lighter one first. The one that had his name written in bubbly, looping script.

Inside, there was a small card, which read:

You’re Invited!
What: Sara’s 23rd Birthday Party
When: 13 September

And below that was an address for the party’s location as well as a phone number and an e-mail to RSVP.

Emil was confused. Not because he’d never been invited to celebrate the Crispinos’ birthday before, but because they normally had a party together. For this invitation to only have Sara’s name on it…well…it was odd, to say the least.

Then Emil remembered the second envelope and quickly picked it up, tearing it open. It, too, had a small piece of card stock inside. And on it, written in small, neat lettering, it said:

You are invited to Michele’s 23rd Birthday Party.
When: 13 September
Where: (see Sara’s invitation)
RSVP: (same as Sara’s)

Emil blinked in confusion. If they were having a party together, why had they sent separate invitations? And what if Emil had opened Michele’s envelope first?

Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that he had a new message. It was from Mila.

They want to be independent.

And then a moment later, another two came through.

It was Sara’s idea.
I asked.

Emil snorted as he imagined Sara telling Michele that she wanted their party to be different this year. That she didn’t want to have to share everything. Then another message interrupted his angry imaginary Mickey in the middle of his rant. It was Mila again.

See you there?

And Emil smiled as he typed his reply.

I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Oh, this year’s party is going to epic. I can tell.

It’s not too late to write/draw/etc a little something for Crispino Day!!
Don’t forget to tag #crispinoday2017and@emimikeweekand/or@milasaraweek!!

It’s never too late to start!

Hello all! Mod Juli, here~ Just an FYI, I live smack dab in the middle of where Hurricane Irma is heading. We’re prepared, but we’ve also been told that we’ll lose power for a few days during and after the storm.

That being said, there may be a slight delay on reblogs for Crispino Day. I’ll do my best and I know I can rely on our partner blog’s help, but I just wanted you all to be aware, in case your work wasn’t immediately shared.

Thanks for your understanding and we can’t wait to see what you come up with for the event!!

UPDATE 9.12: We have power!