I feel like Saint Nicholas is pulling my leg

[cloistre]

[So. THE DAY HAS FINALLY ARRIVED, LONDON. It is Christmas. A light snow falls upon the city, and even the Old Ones seem quiet and non-existent against the hustle and bustle of people giving gifts or doing emergency shopping despite the chances that literally nothing is actually open right now.

But that's probably just wishful thinking. You could pretend, if you tried hard enough.

What are you doing?]

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[birdenesque]

[She's nice enough to cross her legs over his waist to make it easier for him. This is as nice as she is capable of, considering she sprawls her arms over his shoulders and leaves into his peripherals.]

I know that! I was asking what you wanted to do!

[...That makes no sense. She also doesn't help his concentration any when she hugs his neck again.] So pick whatever!

[freedentalboon]

[At least she's not slowly strangling him? He appreciates that as he looks over to her, sheepishness his default look.]

.. I-If we have a snowball fight, how badly will you a-a-annihilate me? [HE JUST WANTS THE TRUTH D: ] I could... make cocoa after, if we do.