[He didn't think she was joking at all, he was just hoping for something with more of a heel. Still, he doesn't look disapproving as he leans over to take a cookie. And inspects it for a second.]
Any other day of the year, the hairy old guy would be the one you told your kids to keep away from in the park. Because it's December we decide that the idea of him watching children sleep is adorable.
[Cookie demolished, he leans in but doesn't reach for another, arm resting across the table.]
[She smiles lazily. Christmas has never meant anything to her. A rich brat with no particular interest in her family, it had been just one of many chances for them to fritter their money away at her to no effect. (Perhaps that's a lie, however, her father once purchased her a computer she enjoyed.)]
It's all puerile.
[She'd still kept the card Chase had given her, until the old apartment had been cleared out and left to Lewis. He's gone, and she's got the keys again. It's still empty. She's not sure what she'll do with it.]
[As if anyone made the effort to maintain the Christmas myth for Chase. Christmas used to mean something, but that was thanks to the religious orders who were more of a family than his own. Santa's an attempt to hijack whatever meaning there is left.]
It's all-American. [And he looks a little sly.] Not planning to sit on anyone's knee and make wishes this year, then?
Chloroform's just going to wake her with a bitch of a headache, it's not going to make her flat and square. [What. Is this conversation.] I didn't say I'd have a problem knocking her out.
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I didn't say quick, I said not long. Pretty sure that puts me right on time.
[And he leans back from the table enough to look under it.]
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And there's still a few snowmen left for you.
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What's wrong with them?
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Nothing. Their heads are easy to bite off.
[It's a joke. Probably.]
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He experimentally crunches.]
I'm surprised you didn't finish them off first. [Crunchcrunch and with a mouthful of crumbs.] 'S good.
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There were some Santa heads.
[Good luck finding one of those left.]
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Now he deserves it.
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[Cookie demolished, he leans in but doesn't reach for another, arm resting across the table.]
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It's all puerile.
[She'd still kept the card Chase had given her, until the old apartment had been cleared out and left to Lewis. He's gone, and she's got the keys again. It's still empty. She's not sure what she'll do with it.]
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It's all-American. [And he looks a little sly.] Not planning to sit on anyone's knee and make wishes this year, then?
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I know better than to make wishes, by now.
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Slip of the tongue.
[It's an apology. He takes a second snowman, decapitating it easily and offering the spoils to her.]
I wasn't going to ask you for a gift list, anyway.
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You're capable of finding something ugly and useless without my guidance.
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[People he'd make that joke to who are currently in the city: possibly 3]
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[She promises not to disembowel said nurse, only to eat her out.]
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I'd have no idea how to wrap her.
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[Yep yep yep.]
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[She makes a motion, hand over hand, for wrapping the gift up in plastic.]
Red bow.
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[He checks the point off on a finger. Just the one point but kind of a biggie.]
Maybe someone less unwilling.
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[Which is only a true statement when her mind is bleeding and her heart is screaming. She hasn't been driven into such convulsions recently.]
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Isn't that supposed to be my job?
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Professional buzzkill.
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Hire me for something else.
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I have been looking for this thread for so long - not realising this post had a page 2...
he's a very popular young man
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