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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[what will Erik do if they play again and he does get beat this time]

~~[whip the controller into his head]~~

[shrug the loss off, not even sweating it]

Aw, someone got lucky.

That may be true.

Cool. So, I can go hard now?

I wasn't aware you were going easy on me.

[he starts to relax a little... is the couch small enough that if he does their knees will end up bumping?]

[they totally will and he will not move his knee, i own this couch, peter knows this]

I'm bad. Not evil. Get your eyes checked.

I didn't know villainous intent had anything to do with a fair fight.

[hitting t'challa's knee with his own, move this]

I'm keeping it interesting. For me.

Oh, I see.

[fine. tossing the controller away and getting up. he doesn't leave, though, just going to fiddle around in the kitchen and come back handing Erik a plate of leftovers he stashed with Shuri or something]

[makes an extreme stank face, i didn't ask for this]

What's this?

[fine. just sets it down and sits to eat his own food.]

[going single player, what is this bullshit]

[whatever, fine, just finishes up his food and leaves]

[glancing, is there still a plate with food on it???, also what the hell]

[yes he just left it there it was for you geez don't be so weird it was just! food!]

[not touching it!!!! putting his feet up on coffee table to continue gaming, whatever]

[little cousin comes in a little bit later with a backpack full of copper wiring, fiddling with a display from her beads. she switches it off to ditch the bag and come curl up on the far end of the couch when she notices the food, though.]

Are you going to eat that?

Naw, all yours.

[keeps gaming on]

Sweet.

[yeahhh picking up the plate, om nom]

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