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[26 Dec 2009|09:12pm] |
The holiday season was Vance's favorite time of year. From Halloween through New Years, he was a happy camper, though being kidnapped had sort of put a damper on Halloween. He'd been too hurt to really enjoy it. But Thanksgiving and Christmas, he was back to his old self, though seeing Kenneth's dead body had been a bit jarring. At least he had Pirate, though. The two seemed nearly inseperable.
They were staying at the New Orlean's pack house, mostly because Vance was better now, and where Pirate was he wanted to be. After a shower, he put on a pair of pajama bottoms and nothing else as he ventured into Pirate's bedroom. The other wolf was laying face down on the bed, and Vance went over to crawl up onto the bed so that he could settle down against him, putting his chest against Pirate's back.
"It's snowing," he said softly.
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