O Tannenbaum

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

[Not really a tune you associate with ice picks, jigs, dremels and hand saws, right? Relax, Christmas is one of Rikka's favorite times of year. In fact, he's very pleased to have found in one of the more popular "forests" a twenty-one foot vertical slab of ice to practice carving into a tree. He's dressed plenty warm in a (you-guessed-it) black sweater and hot pink pants, though his cheeks, nose and ears are bright pink from the twinkling frost nipping at his skin, and even has the company of some very random Christmas tunes and of course, an assortment of adorable forest animals. The sparkling shards of ice and slush are melting into his silver hair and crunching under his sneakers, but he doesn't seem to notice. The tree he's carving is... lacking for sure, but it's starting to have branches here and there. He's trying, okay ;; It's a performance piece. He might even have some hot coffee or chocolate nearby.]

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[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*boots with the fuuuur*

No it doesn't. You just can't see it like I can.

*he'll finish up this one little part and climb down the ladder to admire his progress*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[apple bottom jeans~]

I can see that it looks like Uncle Axel's hair. Or the butt of a hedgehog.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*are you really a centaur? :O*

Takes one to know one.

*he lands with a cloud of frost around his boots, and cups his hands over his mouth to warm them up*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[only when she's angry]

I am not a butt! Now come and eat. I made it just for you.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

No, you're a beard. My mistake.

*his expression goes a little blank*

You made me food.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

I'm not a beard either! And of course I made you food. It's soup and biscuits and they're gonna get cold. But you're ungrateful so maybe I should take them away.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he rolls his eyes a little, but he's a happy boy with his art project and his boots, so he tugs you over with his arm around your waist and kisses your cheek*

Thanks.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[that surprises her, but then she beams at you because that definitely got rid of the crankies]

You're welcome. Now will you eat before it gets cold?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he's already eating :| fast, too -- Mama hasn't been cooking much lately*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she's glad to see you getting some nutrition; she's probably been the one taking over the cooking and such lately]

Do you like it?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*that must be why the spaghetti sauce tasted burnt last night*

It's pretty good.

*though you couldn't tell if he had a problem with it, since he is literally demolishing those rolls*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[it wasn't burnt it was Cajun style]

Good! I didn't think all that organ meat would stew down properly, but it did. You can't even see the pigs feet.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*... he just spit all of it out what does that even mean*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[this is her cackling like a crazy person because you fell for it]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*well, you are (a) a horrible sister sometimes and (b) hang around Aden a lot, so... and your laughter kind of scares him, so he's just going to go back to working on his sculpture now ;;*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Hey! You didn't finish all of your soup!

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Hey! I don't know what the fuck's in it! You know I hate eating pork.

*rolls his eyes*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[giggle]

Silly. I was just kidding. It's chicken vegetable with little dumplings.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he is still huffy, and pouts*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[have a kiss to the cheek~]

Do you have any requests for dinner?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he shall tolerate that*

No. Something... edible?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

My food is always edible!

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

>__>

Mostly.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

More than mostly! You don't complain when I bake.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Well, Mama can't really do much right now, so it's not in my best interest to complain. You put too much salt in shit.