HAPPY HOLIDAYS, YO.

[demonspawn]

generic holiday scenario meme STEP 1 Post your character. STEP 2 Roll for scenarios and hit up other characters. 1. You're My Christmas Present: For some reason, you're exchanging gifts. Whether they're actually good gifts is an entirely different matter altogether. 2. Kissin' By the Mistletoe: You're standing under the mistletoe. You do the math. 3. Walking in a Winter Wonderland: Two words: snow day! Enjoy the first snow of the season by starting a snowball fight, or maybe by hitting up the slopes. 4. Who Spiked the Eggnog?: Somebody put something with more of a kick than nutmeg into whatever both of you were drinking. Are you just pleasantly tipsy, or totally blitzed? 5. Baby, It's Cold Outside: Your typical blanket scenario fic. Maybe you got snowed in and the power is out, or maybe you got stranded in the mountains with nothing but a survival blanket between you; either way, now you have to share body heat! 6. Stuff Your Face With Stuffing: There is a lot of holiday food. (Including a hideous fruitcake.) It is your responsibility to eat it together. #. WILD CARD: Pick any of the above, or make up your own!

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[zazz]

[The more he was carried the more he enjoyed it. It was nice not having to move your legs. He was settling in pretty comfortably now. If he ever got rich again he was going to have one servant just for this job.]

Okee, fi-fine I'll be yer wingman at a cl-club so yew can find a ni-nice fit guy to ca-carry yew all night long whenther yew nee-need it or nah-naht. Wha-whatever, dude.

[foreshadower]

As much as I am a lazy sort, I don't quite think I would prefer to be carried. There is some merit in walking, if at only a slow saunter.

[ And that's...pretty much as fast as he was walking, but as soon as they were in, he was setting him down, to at least look for something to light a fire with.

Too bad he wouldn't find anything. ]

[zazz]

Yer a we-weird guy.

[Because what normal person wouldn't want to be carried around? It had been nice.

He didn't bother to try to stand, just dropped to the floor and rolled up into a ball under the coat as best as possible.]

Du-dude, what's takin' so long, ma-make a fire already. Or-or get me whiskey and I'll set fire to so-something.

[foreshadower]

Yes, yes, I'm getting to it.

[ Except, even as he kept digging, there was nothing. Just great. He could, of course, fish around at home, but the point was to make the guy suffer.

So he only turned with disappointment on his face. ]

I'm afraid that we have nothing of the sort. Although there are blankets, it seems. One small mercy. [ He points out the pitiful stack of blankets that were probably no warmer than Shade's coat. ]

[zazz]

[Pickles did look like he was suffering. Look at him, he's a sad, frozen puddle on the floor, why do you want to see him like that??]

Wha-what are yew waitin' fo-fo-for?? The blankets wo-won't help if-if I'm de-dead!

[Man, servants these days.]

[foreshadower]

Of course, of course.

[ Man, Pickles. You are so lucky the Shade is always in good humor. He grabs the blankets, and unceremoniously tosses them in his direction, standing in the middle like it aint no thang. ]

Perhaps you will find it in yourself to don them, hm?

[zazz]

[He mumbles something like "jerkasstits" as he fumbles for the blankets just within reach. He yanks them over him pretty poorly, as his shins and feet are still sticking out, but he still fools himself for, like, 10 seconds into thinking he was warm by not shivering. But then it started up again, just as violent as before. He gave a pitiful sob:] Duu-uuu-ude.

[Maybe one day he should learn his name....]

[foreshadower]

[ Shade sighed, watching the entire thing with something that could be amusement, before he finally relented, stepping forward. ]

Really, the universe must be conspiring against you. Perhaps you have angered it? Or perhaps there's a lesson to be learned here.

[ He slid in next to Pickles, although he didn't get underneath the blanket. He sat there, one knee up, elbow on the knee, like the cold still hadn't touched him. ]

[zazz]

[As soon as his ass was on the floor Pickles was throwing himself at him, wrapping his arms around his waist and shamelessly pressing his face into his side, trying to suck up any and all body heat like a rude vampire.]

Ye-yeh, the lesson i-is to remember to-to always bu-bring whiskey....

[foreshadower]

[ He doesn't even struggle, because Shade doesn't give a shit about it. He's a cool bro like that, and he even shifts his arm around his shoulders. He's being pretty nice, all things considered. ]

Oh yes. It seems I left my flask at home today, my apologies.

[zazz]

[Lack of struggle is good, it says to Pickles that this is totally cool, and not as gay as he was thinking it was, and that, as a result, he could squeeze him super tight and burrow his face even deeper into his side. Pickles wasn't thinking it was odd the guy didn't even seem to be slightly cold, he was just thanking god he was fucking warm. He was trying to jam his hands under or into clothes to get them even warmer.]

Ye-yeh, it-it's safer to carry boo-booze when with me. Du-dun forget next ti-time!

[foreshadower]

[ Shade looked down, eyebrows quirking in a gentle mockery of human expression, as if he wasn't quite sure what he was seeing. Was he really trying to get his hands in his pockets, or was he trying to get them down his pants.

He surely hoped it wasn't the latter. Shade thought at that point, the ruse of suffering through this would have to end, and he would teleport elsewhere. ]

I see. Too bad I didn't think to bring any along. How rude of me!

[ He could draw some from his pantry, hundreds of miles away, but there was no need to encourage the fellow. ]

[zazz]

[He managed to get one hand balled up in a bit of shirt he untucked enough, and the other in a pocket. Again, he thought he was warm enough to stop shaking, but then his body realised being in this position left him from the shoulders up out of the blanket and thus cold, so he kept shivering.

He gave some sort of snarky reply, but due to both the shakes and his face being mooshed into the man's side, it didn't really come out that legible.]

[foreshadower]

[ The Shade sighed, and reached around to wrap him up with an arm over his shoulder, half-amused, half-annoyed by the whole ordeal. Really, he wasn't cruel, he wasn't about to let the guy die, but that didn't mean he wanted to cuddle in a dark cabin at night.

But there he was, putting up with it anyway, for some odd reason.

Probably because he was far too kind for his own good. Really, this was what a hero would do, and he was no hero. ]

What was that?

[zazz]

[He's putting up with it because it's Pickles. Pickles the Drummer. From Dethklok. And he's a sad, tiny man. He sighed, somewhat assuaged by the arm and blanket coming around him. He still shivered, but at least it was starting to not be as violent. He shifted his face a little to slur:]

. . . I sa-said. Something. I-I don't know. Stuff.

[foreshadower]

You don't even know?

[ He sighed, a soft tut-tut trailing the end of it as he did so. Really, he shouldn't be surprised. Pickles didn't seem like he was all there on a good day. ]

Ah well, I suppose it was nothing important.

[zazz]

D-Does it matter? [He tried to butt his side with his head in ire.] Do-do yew really wa-wanna hold a co-conversation NO-NOW?

[foreshadower]

It's surely better than merely holding each other in silence, isn't it?

[ his skin shifted, like he reacted, but there was no sound, no exhale from a headbutt. What a creep. ]

I should think it would be a welcome distraction. ]

[zazz]

[Creepy, yes, but Pickles is more irritated it didn't seem to hurt him.]

Fi-fine, jest ta-talk aboot so-somethin' else tha-than m-my failures to-to keep booze...

[And he crammed his face back into Richard, trying to breathe or smell or whatever the warmth, whatever would help.]

[foreshadower]

[ All he really smelled like, was something crisp, clean, maybe a bit like roses. He kept them in his home, back in the City, even if he couldn't cultivate his favorite like in Opal, but he could do others. ]

Then shall we talk about how we ended up like here? Or would that be another off-limits topic?