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 Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 12:04 am
Bidding Chris a hasty goodbye and a promise to find him later for some drinks, Dawson ambled back to his dungeon room for one final gift. (The less he got himself away from those last few presents the better.) He could have left America's just fine like the rest, but making hers the last stop meant an excuse to maybe stay over just a little bit and catch whatever holiday cheer was going on there, as there was bound to be something. The plan wasn't to stay for long--he felt like he was intruding on family time if Kostya or Taym were there or on their way, or even just after being there for half an hour or more regardless of who was there--but he'd be lying if he said he didn't have a selfish urge to just get away and pretend to have a normal holiday, even if it was brief--and there was no btter way to do that then to spend time at an actual house. Maybe distracting himself at 136 Peach Tree Lane would be enough to get rid of his homesickness.
Maybe it would just make it worse. (It wasn't the same, borrowing someone's time like this. Nothing ever would be.)
Present and leftover goodies stacked in his arms, he made his way to town, humming carols to himself to fill the silence. His usual cap was replaced by Santa's fur-trimmed hat, and for once he wasn't wearing a corny food-related shirt but sported a lively sweater his brother had gotten him last year. It occurred to him that he should've stuck to character and brought America her things with a sack over his shoulder, but too late--he was knocking at the door with his foot. "Muuuuuuurry Christmas, Murika!" he announced with a smile and in a passable St. Nick impersonation.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 2:00 am
America happily opened the door wearing her traditional holiday outfit. Having her Thanksgiving spoiled by a mission had given her a sort of bitter caution about planning a big Christmas party this year, but that didn't mean she wouldn't celebrate it in her small ways, like getting dressed up to deliver presents to her friends and neighbors. They were not so different, all in all, and she had put all her gifts in a large green satin bag. Behind her, the house was gently lit by the tree and other decorations, the smell of baking gingerbread and hot cider filling the air. Christmas carols filtered in from another room, drowned out by America's delighted laugh and loud, "MERRY CHRISTMAS, DAWSON!" medigel SORRY I MELTED INTO USELESS
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 2:15 pm
"'EEEYYYYYYY ahah!"
He beamed as he entered and set his things down before wiggling his hands in a silent entreaty to initiate some bear hugging.
"Glad I didn't go all the way," he said with another laugh. "Woulda been a fashion, uh...fashion foal paw! How ya been? They ain't gonna pull ya out fer another mission t'morrow, are they?" Dawson joked. "Ya tell me their names n' I'ma stick some coal somewhere other than their stockin's, know what m'sayin'?"
lizbot shhhhhh u relax~ not like i'm making you reply to like 6 different people again rite emotion_awesome
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 4:05 am
Running at Dawson, America wrapped him up in a Christmas Hug, including lifting him up and spinning him around once with a laugh. And then she went quiet and tense for a few long moments before relaxing once more with a sigh. "Was worried they might, gotta say, enough to put off making much in the way of plans." She brightened a bit, continuing, "But it looks like I'm clear to have a Merry Christmas myself!" Grinning at the coal comment, she nodded, "There's a few as need to be just dropping down a coalmine." She reached up and pinched at his cheeks, "Just lookit you all festive and nerdy, get in here and tell me all 'bout your plans!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:35 pm
"Plans?" He didn't have plans at all beyond begging people for scraps of their time. "Man, it's Christmas, only plan I got's buggin' my pals n' stealin' some hugs! But wait, hold up--" Abruptly he became stoic, one hand wiggling vaguely about her while the other covered his mouth. "The Cheer is strong with this one," he noted in a deep voice, followed by affected mechanical breathing.
Dawson erupted with more hearty laughter at himself immediately afterwards, although he definitely looked astonished when America swept him off the ground; he couldn't remember the last person who could do that since Crazy Uncle Ray bench pressed him on a Fourth of July bet. They really weren't kidding when they said hunters were stronger than regular humans.
"Shyit, son, all the girls strong like that?" he asked with a grin. "Better watch my step, huh. Ya wanna open presents while ya tell me 'bout watcha been up to?"
lizbot I am so sorry this took a while @@
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 5:17 pm
"Damn right!" She gave him a fond gaze and a fonder epithet of you ******** nerd, and then left him to settle into the parlor while she trotted happily into the kitchen. A minute later she was trotting back in with a tray of Christmas cookies and two mugs of hot cocoa. Setting them down, America brought out a middle-sized sort of present from under the tree with Dawson's name on it. Outside some out of tune carolers of all things passed by, and for a moment everything just felt nice. "I've just been working on things. Thanksgiving mission kinda reminded me of all the things I couldn't have anymore, and it's been hard coming back from that," the girl admitted plainly. "So work's at least... reliable, you know?" medigel dont worry you! in the box he'll find a runic'd RC racing truck, complete with little Georgia state flag on it ~
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 11:41 pm
With boyish delight Dawson thanked her for the food and inhaled the smell of cocoa deeply, for a moment forgetting where they were. The house could have existed anywhere else in his head, and it did so long as he didn't look out the windows.
With an abrupt oh right, he produced a cardboard box with America's name written in permanent marker on top to pass on. He was unapologetically enthusiastic and loud once his was open: Dawson proceeded to gasp and cheer over the truck like he had never seen one before in his life, examining it from every angle before remembering it came with a control. It was immediately put to use as he directed the toy to rev its engine all around the floor. His first targets? America's feet.
"I feel ya," he said as his initial burst of cheer died down. "Work's always been easier ta do than most crap. T'be honest I, uh..." A lump formed in his throat; Dawson chose to move past it instead of finishing that thought for the moment. "It gets easier, yeah?" he asked, though it also was meant to be a bracing statement as he dispelled his frown. "Ya wanna talk about what happened?"
lizbot in a bed of straw is a wooden palm-sized, mostly smooth reindeer figurine with a large set of twig antlers (one could say that it too had a nice rack), alert and defiant in posture, with what was supposed to be stars embedded on its back; it's accompanied by a small card that just has thank you : D written multiple times followed by a cramped merry xmas
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