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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]
  

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[divasterous]

[laughs, sinking down beside him, leaning up close]

[starspangledman]

[puts his arms around him, the blanket shifts to accommodate]

Hey.

[divasterous]

This isn't so bad, hmm?

[starspangledman]

No. Not so bad at all.

[divasterous]

Mm.

So how's Steve today?

[starspangledman]

Better now that I've got my Vasily.

[divasterous]

You could just text me any time you're lonely or thinking about me.

[starspangledman]

[shakes his head]

I know you'll always find your way back to me.

[divasterous]

[b-blushes prettily]

Oh. That goes without saying.

[starspangledman]

Then all I have to do is wait.

[divasterous]

Maybe I like to know you're longing and impatient for me.

[starspangledman]

I can be patient.

But I'm always longing for you.

[divasterous]

Haah . . .

[starspangledman]

[the blanket sort of slips down around them, Steve gives it a look]

Guess that's all it needed.