Re: Mission Uncomfortable: Secret Santa Edition
People tended to forget he was 'a child.' Which he was and wasn't. Reece, I mean. I can't speak for Abe. But, Reece, who was "thirty going on twenty," was unfortunately at the whim of some of the effects of being just beyond adolescence. The physical and emotional. While having the fun complication of actually being older. Cat, of course, had this problem compounded. Not that anyone asked. Because they didn't. So, Reece wasn't surprised or bothered that, for a second, Sasha didn't seem to know who she was looking at. His own smile faltered, because it did that even when he was looking in the mirror, but it didn't really mean much.—Abe offered a Merry Christmas, which Reece returned, even as he was then relegated to holding four cakes as Sasha and Cat embraced.
The rules to the cake game were simple enough—or the rules for... making the rules. Reece tried to find a place to set the cakes and he opted for the modern coffee table. It was a little bit of a challenge, because, so modern, but it worked enough that he didn't have to hold anything and possibly start sweating, which was the worst. "Uh, I... have both, actually," was his answer to Abe. He did. Well. He didn't, but he could download either in like, a minute, which basically meant he did. He smiled nervously at Sasha's boyfriend, picking at his bangs as they fell in his eyes. (Sometimes when he met new people, he paid a lot of attention to the attention they paid to his eyes and to his, you know, metal arm. But, he was too distracted to even notice if Abe noticed.) "We all know Sasha hates the baby Grinch, Cat probably has never seen either, and I'm a people pleaser, so why don't you pick?"
He moved past Cat, toward the kitchen, to get like, a lot of napkins and some knives and forks. He called from that area: "Also, Cat was making boozy drinks in her slippers. Who wants one? Uh, from a glass. She wasn't making them inside her—you know what? Never mind. Who wants a glass?"