quietmounds | (no subject)

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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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Sure.

Do you want to be alone with your book? I can go.

[flipping it over in his hands but shakes his head]

Naw, it'll be here. What's up?

I'm just bored.

[huffs a laugh]

You run across the green chick yet?

Gamora? Yeah, I like her. Nice knives.

She wants to watch me and you go, since she doesn't want to kick my ass while you still got first dibs.

What? We can share, that's what health potions are for.

...I mean, that's fine, though. She can watch.

That's what I said. I was kind of asking for it, you know?

Aight, I'll let her know.

I bet you were. Maybe we can do both.

Hey, I'm trying to train, not die. Again. The two of you can't come at me at the same time. I'm not agreeing to that.

We won't kill you, you big baby.

On purpose. You off planet chicks probably gank guys on the regular, second nature could kick in.

[honestly, mostly ribbing her]

Please, it would have happened by now if it was gonna. But fine, we can take turns.

Damn right, you can take turns.

Since apparently you're delicate.

[just hassling him back, tho]

Just how Earth does it. Can't be charming and bone-shattering strong on our turf.

Edited 2018-07-17 05:05 (UTC)

Are you calling yourself charming?

You saying I'm not?

[just rolls her eyes at him, though the corners of her mouth tug up in a suppressed smile]

[big 'ol grin]

Shit, hell of a time for my hearing to go out. Guess I'll never know.

Yeah, shame.

[slinging his bag down to carefully put the book away under his clothes then shrugging it back up. glancing up at the sky]

If it wasn't snowing, we could have some fun.

How's the snow stopping us?

[tilts his head at that, you have a point]

Can't drift on snow. What are you thinking of?

...I finished that sound system. We could dance.