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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

[thismightaswellhappen]

You want something dry or sweet?

[coldhand]

Sweet. I'm in the mood for something sweet.

[thismightaswellhappen]

How do you feel about apricot?

[coldhand]

No strong feelings. Game to try?

[thismightaswellhappen]

Okay. And we can get some hand pies, maybe? And potato salad?

[coldhand]

That's turning into a proper picnic. Even with the tarp.

[thismightaswellhappen]

Hey, it's a blanket tarp.

[coldhand]

My mistake.

[thismightaswellhappen]

[heh. she just grins and shakes her head, turning to pay for the cider. once they've got all the provisions she hefts her shopping bag at Bucky]

Are we missing any essentials?

[coldhand]

Nah. We have all the essentials. C'mon.

[thismightaswellhappen]

Okay.

[it's just one word but she seems so happy]

[coldhand]

[slipping her arm around Dana, satisfied with that. she'll take happy]

[thismightaswellhappen]

[sticking close as they head to the rest stop]