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[turnonmycharm]

WHAT Christmas in July
WHERE Every-fucking-where
WHEN Day 141 & 142

[IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR. It's . . . well, time doesn't really work well here anyway, but it's been 'a while' since the last 'festive activities' so that's what's happening, right here, right now.

It's still warm enough for shorts and t-shirts, but there's also big fat snowflakes falling from the sunny sky, making piles of it that are pleasantly cool and don't seem to melt. Skating rinks! Palm trees and cacti decorated with pretty sparkly lights! Do we even have those? We do today.

Besides that, you can do whatever you want to, to get into the #mood:

• Mistletoe? Mistletoe for kissing, for cuddling, for whatever?
  
• Mysterious gifts with your name on them that turn out to be a long-lost item from your childhood?
  
• Blankets that you get trapped under until someone joins you in there to cuddle?
  
• [insert your fun here]
  

Comments

[aintrunning]

[following her, also absolutely that guy who switches halfway through a track to something different so . . . that's happening]

[dranksforthememories]

You gonna keep doing that?

[coldhand]

[gives her a quick squeeze]

Good. Because I'd rather not stop.

[aintrunning]

Do what?

[thismightaswellhappen]

I think that would be disappointing for us both.

[dranksforthememories]

Changing it?

[aintrunning]

I mean, I don't got to? Just one song comes on and makes me think of another.

[dranksforthememories]

[dances up on him a little]

At least let me hear the end of some of them.

[aintrunning]

[does a few more flips on his phone, not changing the song before tossing it to the couch, hands up. okay, we good]

Alright, it's all you, girl.

[dranksforthememories]

[good!! doing energetic physical things is Valkyrie's favourite, so dancing is right up there and it shows. she draws him back out into the middle of the floor, a confident smirk growing on her face as she moves to the music.]

[aintrunning]

[chuckling to himself a few times more but going with the flow, staying close to her and moving]

[dranksforthememories]

What's so funny?

[still dancing]

[coldhand]

So you were thinking of picking up some cider?

[thismightaswellhappen]

Yeah. Uh... rest stop, then farmer's market, then park?

[coldhand]

Perfect.

[thismightaswellhappen]

By the way... not to get ahead of ourselves, but do you like to dance?

[coldhand]

I love to dance.

[thismightaswellhappen]

Okay, then that should be our next date.

[aintrunning]

Your moves? —Naw, just feelin' good. Don't sweat it.

[dranksforthememories]

[what a brat!! she does go to swat him upside the head at that first remark, but not hard even if it connects, and she still seems relaxed and happy even if she's shaking her head at him.]

[aintrunning]

Ow! What the hell?

[hands going to her waist, though. keeping an eye on the enemy, ok ok]

[dranksforthememories]

"My moves." Yeah, okay.

[but she links her wrists behind his neck, look, no more smacking]

[aintrunning]

[sssside glance, that is perfect smacking location. but seems okay with this, idk]

Damn, girl, why so serious?

[dranksforthememories]

This is just my face.

[except she is smirking again a little now, oops]

[aintrunning]

Really? Damn. I mean, it's cute. But too much of this going on.

[imitates a frowny scowl >:(]