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[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

So.

Christmas.

Kinda oversold, but--here.

Comments

Pre-X2?

[notmarieanymore.livejournal.com]

Oh, John, sugar, you shouldn't have! Thanks. I, uh, got you something too. It ain't much, but... [She hands over a small package. It's lighter fluid, and a copy of The Hobbit.] If you don't like it, I've got the receipts, so it's no problem.

Of course!

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

[ He does seem a bit genuinely confounded that she's giving him something and that it's wrapped. John's is wrapped, but it's with paper borrowed from some other student, and he clearly became so frustrated with the tape that he just rolled it in paper multiple times, crushed the ends together, and taped it. A predictable copy of Gone With the Wind purchased without much thought as to whether she might really want it, and an unspeakably terrible, likely purposely so, poem on the merits of lonely Christmases on a piece of notepaper.

If she more thoroughly investigates the book now or later, she may find John went through it already, underlined and editted and generally had his way with a few pages throughout. All the unnecessary scrawled commentary she might ever want, tainted with John's special brand of humor, she now has. ]

Oh.

Oh, sweet.

[ The lighter fluid kind of cracks him up he doesn't need it, but the thought totally counts. He gets more invested in reading the back of The Hobbit. Which he's read. But still. Without looking up, ]

I like it.

[notmarieanymore.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. [She struggles slightly with the paper, owing completely to her gloves rather than John's attempt at wrapping. But when she manages to tear it all off, she looks up at him genuinely smiling.]

John, this is... This is amazing. Perfect, thank you. [she was about to flip through it when she sees the poem and stops.] Did you write this? The poem, I mean.

I know th lighter fluid was stupid but I just though... Well, y'know. I'm miserable at gifts.

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

Huh? [ He glances up, then back at the book in his own hands, dismissively. ] Yeah. I'm not really a card guy.

You're really good at gifts, actually.

[notmarieanymore.livejournal.com]

It's great. I knew you read, but I didn't know you wrote, too.

Really? Thanks. It was harder this year, yknow. But I'm glad you like them.

[charring]

[She also has something for him. A box of home made chocolate bark. She found a damn good recipe for one that used dried habanero peppers.]

A lump of coal, Pyro? Really? [And she thinks it's amusing as hell.]

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

Hey, that was like, the foreplay of our torrid gifting affair. [ The boy has a surprisingly broad vocab for a Jerseyish fast talker, but she probably knows that by now. He'd continue, but he's busy investigating this box of fucking terrific. John single mindedly digs into the box until he can pick at the sweets. ]

Do I have to--do I have to wait, or can I totally tear into this stuff?

What is it?

[charring]

The foreplay, huh? Oh, goodness. I'm a bit excited, now. [She begins to point things out.] Peppermint bark in white and dark chocolate. Death by Chocolate Cookies. Just some boring sugar cookies.

[That were shaped and iced to look like fire.]

Aaand...[She points out the habanero chocolate bark.] Just try it. A tiny bite.

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

You're the one tryin' to seduce me with killer chocolate cookies. I thought this was a PG holiday.

[ He quirks the corner of his mouth up at her suggestion, glancing between her and the chocolate bark. Like she'll add something, some clarification. When she doesn't, he picks at it gingerly, then bites off a corner. When he doesn't immediately get it, bites off more, and stares at her.

It takes him a few seconds. It's more brilliantly reactive than verbal, though he makes an odd, high sound of complete surprise. His eyes water, perhaps more from trying not to let it come out of his mouth and laugh than the taste. ]




Gawd, what's that?!

[indestructigirl.livejournal.com]

For me? [She looks at him, pleasantly surprised and perhaps a little confused, but takes the package. What a relief that she'd been able to slip out and grab him something, just in case.] Wow, thanks.

[A tiny box is pulled out of a hoodie pocket and handed over in return.] Merry Christmas, Firebug.

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

[ His is less wrapped more than simply folded into a few newspaper pages. It's a necklace (http://media.photobucket.com/image/recent/omegasemperfi/20071211_FJ05_Omegamania_popup.jpg). Of course, it's not quite the symbol of sentimentality it might imply, with a guy like Pyro.

He raises his eyebrows a little, but takes the box without comment. Turns it over in his fingers slowly, but doesn't open it. ]

[indestructigirl.livejournal.com]

[She isn't reading too much into it, but she does really like it. A wide grin splits her face, and she nods approvingly.] It's really pretty, thank you.

[Her own gift is neatly wrapped in the box with a red ribbon tied around it, inside is a bracelet (http://www.greenearthstones.com/product_images/q/435/Mens_Black_Lava_Rock_Skull_Bracelet__99419_zoom.JPG). Judging by the way she's fidgeting, it's pretty clear that she's nervous about whether or not he'll like it.]

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

It's the omega. Symbol of the underground mutant movement. Brotherhood or no, the right ones know what it means. Consider it a bulletproof vest.

Not that you need one.

[ When he registers her nervousness, he gets to the box in hand, prying it open pretty straightforwardly. It's a few moments before Pyro reacts as he picks at it. Somewhat of a resistant smile breaks, an amusement spreading through his features. He breathes a semi-laugh as he pulls it out and rolls it in his hand. ]

Kind of fits my vibe.

Pre-X2?

[notmarieanymore.livejournal.com]

Oh, John, sugar, you shouldn't have! Thanks. I, uh, got you something too. It ain't much, but... [She hands over a small package. It's lighter fluid, and a copy of The Hobbit.] If you don't like it, I've got the receipts, so it's no problem.

Of course!

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

[ He does seem a bit genuinely confounded that she's giving him something and that it's wrapped. John's is wrapped, but it's with paper borrowed from some other student, and he clearly became so frustrated with the tape that he just rolled it in paper multiple times, crushed the ends together, and taped it. A predictable copy of Gone With the Wind purchased without much thought as to whether she might really want it, and an unspeakably terrible, likely purposely so, poem on the merits of lonely Christmases on a piece of notepaper.

If she more thoroughly investigates the book now or later, she may find John went through it already, underlined and editted and generally had his way with a few pages throughout. All the unnecessary scrawled commentary she might ever want, tainted with John's special brand of humor, she now has. ]

Oh.

Oh, sweet.

[ The lighter fluid kind of cracks him up he doesn't need it, but the thought totally counts. He gets more invested in reading the back of The Hobbit. Which he's read. But still. Without looking up, ]

I like it.

[notmarieanymore.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. [She struggles slightly with the paper, owing completely to her gloves rather than John's attempt at wrapping. But when she manages to tear it all off, she looks up at him genuinely smiling.]

John, this is... This is amazing. Perfect, thank you. [she was about to flip through it when she sees the poem and stops.] Did you write this? The poem, I mean.

I know th lighter fluid was stupid but I just though... Well, y'know. I'm miserable at gifts.

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

Huh? [ He glances up, then back at the book in his own hands, dismissively. ] Yeah. I'm not really a card guy.

You're really good at gifts, actually.

[charring]

[She also has something for him. A box of home made chocolate bark. She found a damn good recipe for one that used dried habanero peppers.]

A lump of coal, Pyro? Really? [And she thinks it's amusing as hell.]

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

Hey, that was like, the foreplay of our torrid gifting affair. [ The boy has a surprisingly broad vocab for a Jerseyish fast talker, but she probably knows that by now. He'd continue, but he's busy investigating this box of fucking terrific. John single mindedly digs into the box until he can pick at the sweets. ]

Do I have to--do I have to wait, or can I totally tear into this stuff?

What is it?

[charring]

The foreplay, huh? Oh, goodness. I'm a bit excited, now. [She begins to point things out.] Peppermint bark in white and dark chocolate. Death by Chocolate Cookies. Just some boring sugar cookies.

[That were shaped and iced to look like fire.]

Aaand...[She points out the habanero chocolate bark.] Just try it. A tiny bite.

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

You're the one tryin' to seduce me with killer chocolate cookies. I thought this was a PG holiday.

[ He quirks the corner of his mouth up at her suggestion, glancing between her and the chocolate bark. Like she'll add something, some clarification. When she doesn't, he picks at it gingerly, then bites off a corner. When he doesn't immediately get it, bites off more, and stares at her.

It takes him a few seconds. It's more brilliantly reactive than verbal, though he makes an odd, high sound of complete surprise. His eyes water, perhaps more from trying not to let it come out of his mouth and laugh than the taste. ]




Gawd, what's that?!

[indestructigirl.livejournal.com]

For me? [She looks at him, pleasantly surprised and perhaps a little confused, but takes the package. What a relief that she'd been able to slip out and grab him something, just in case.] Wow, thanks.

[A tiny box is pulled out of a hoodie pocket and handed over in return.] Merry Christmas, Firebug.

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

[ His is less wrapped more than simply folded into a few newspaper pages. It's a necklace (http://media.photobucket.com/image/recent/omegasemperfi/20071211_FJ05_Omegamania_popup.jpg). Of course, it's not quite the symbol of sentimentality it might imply, with a guy like Pyro.

He raises his eyebrows a little, but takes the box without comment. Turns it over in his fingers slowly, but doesn't open it. ]

[indestructigirl.livejournal.com]

[She isn't reading too much into it, but she does really like it. A wide grin splits her face, and she nods approvingly.] It's really pretty, thank you.

[Her own gift is neatly wrapped in the box with a red ribbon tied around it, inside is a bracelet (http://www.greenearthstones.com/product_images/q/435/Mens_Black_Lava_Rock_Skull_Bracelet__99419_zoom.JPG). Judging by the way she's fidgeting, it's pretty clear that she's nervous about whether or not he'll like it.]

[finisfervens.livejournal.com]

It's the omega. Symbol of the underground mutant movement. Brotherhood or no, the right ones know what it means. Consider it a bulletproof vest.

Not that you need one.

[ When he registers her nervousness, he gets to the box in hand, prying it open pretty straightforwardly. It's a few moments before Pyro reacts as he picks at it. Somewhat of a resistant smile breaks, an amusement spreading through his features. He breathes a semi-laugh as he pulls it out and rolls it in his hand. ]

Kind of fits my vibe.