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.]

Comments

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*rolls his eyes and bends down to wrap an arm around your shoulder and plant a kiss on the top of your head*

Sorry. I was just playing.

[sparksthefire.livejournal.com]

So what sort of "little Christmas thing" are you talking about?

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

I dunno, just... hanging out sort of thing.

*he needs to staaaaay away from the baby crying*

[sparksthefire.livejournal.com]

Sounds good to me.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Maybe even for New Years instead, since everyone's going to the stupid ball thing.

[sparksthefire.livejournal.com]

You should go too! It'll be fun.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*SCOWLS*

[sparksthefire.livejournal.com]

[laughs!]