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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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.

[eyebrow raises . . . ]

We could. Let's kick it.

[levers herself to her feet, heading for the apartments]

You can pick out one of those earth musicians you had such a long list of.

We'll start with Luther and Barry White, not feeling DMX right now.

Whatever that means.

[leisurely pace, just strolling]

[going along with her, staying roughly at her side]

So, not planning anything, but how do you feel about home invasion?

Bullshit you're not planning anything. You can come over, but if you surprise me in my place I'll throw you out a window.

Does that go for anyone? They don't get an invite, they take a fourth story fall?

I give warnings. That was yours.

. . . Aight. For real, though, I'm not going to break into your place.

So why did you ask?

Because I got someone dogging my steps, so I've been moving around. Getting kind of sick of it, but I'm not gonna make you deal with that.

You picked up a stalker? Really?