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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

[coldhand]

I seem to remember something about that, yeah.

[thismightaswellhappen]

I'm not sure snow and palm trees is exactly perfect picnic weather, but it has the advantage of novelty.

[coldhand]

Anything's picnic weather if you're willing to go out in it.

[thismightaswellhappen]

I think the rest stop has some of those tarp blankets.

[coldhand]

Then we'll pick one up. Make sure you keep nice and dry.

[thismightaswellhappen]

What do you want to do about food?

[coldhand]

How fancy are you feeling? Could always grab some takeout.

[thismightaswellhappen]

Takeout sounds good.

[coldhand]

Takeout it is then. Real traditional.

[thismightaswellhappen]

Can we pick up some cider?

[coldhand]

Now that sounds like a plan.

[thismightaswellhappen]

Okay, let's go.

[coldhand]

[slipping her arm around Dana's shoulders as they head off]

[thismightaswellhappen]

[tucking her arm around Bucky's waist in turn so they can walk like that]

[coldhand]

[ideal, really]

[thismightaswellhappen]

How are you so good?

[coldhand]

I'm really not.

[thismightaswellhappen]

At the risk of sounding unacceptably sappy—you are to me.

[coldhand]

I like the sappy.

[thismightaswellhappen]

You really are good to me.

[coldhand]

I just try to be fair.

[thismightaswellhappen]

Oh yeah? We're going on a picnic 'cause it's only fair?

[coldhand]

We're going on a picnic because I want to go on a picnic with my best girl.

[thismightaswellhappen]

I like the sound of that.

[coldhand]

[gives her a quick squeeze]

Good. Because I'd rather not stop.