[ Forty-five, yessssss, npckun brightens up considerably when Shin finally relents, wrapping their arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze but not letting go afterwards, keeping their arms looped around his waist as they beam up at him. ]

You should, yeah! Get the same one as mine, so we can be matchies! You're right, though...

[ The hug loosens just a little bit, but not by a lot, so they can peer around him and look at the table of prepared snacks— great for walking around with while chatting and mingling with different people, but there's something about sitting down over a shared pot of soup that feels a little more... together. ]

It's new years! We should be having ozoni.