User: confusion_fall (posted by michaelcorner) Date: 2009-12-31 10:43 Subject: A Very Pixie Christmas Security: Public

Michael was pacing about the apartment trying to decide whether everything was ready. By the Christmas tree were two neat stacks of presents ready to be summoned away, one with presents for Iden's family and one with presents for Michael's family. On the hob were several dishes keeping warm until brunch at Iden's mum's house. In the refrigerator were several more dishes keeping cool until dinner at Michael's parents' house.

"Iden, are you ready to go?" Michael called from the kitchen.

User: idenpuffed Date: 2010-01-02 18:32 (UTC) Subject: (no subject)

Iden came out with cocoa and offered some to Michael before turning the tray towards Oliver. "Yes, Nott Commodities does keep its employees quite busy," Oliver said, taking a mug without acknowledging Iden again. "I do sometimes envy those whose jobs allow them to slack off most of the day, but then I realize how dull it would be and how useless I'd feel just sitting around."

"Really, Ollie, what job would you be referring to?"

"I think you know which job."

"Tattoos can be very useful, you know. Only you don't know because you don't care to know anything about me except what you assume-"

"You walk about looking like a human pincushion, covered in little cartoons and engaging in deviant-"

"Boys! We have a guest and it's Christmas. I will not have you behaving like obnoxious children," Moira snapped as she came in from the kitchen holding a tray of scones. "Sorry, Michael. I didn't raise them to act so inappropriately. Have a scone."