cullingsong (cullingsong) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2012-12-19 18:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew moreau, kaylee moreau |
Friday, December 21, 2012
Kaylee, Melisande, Andrew
Andrew's House
Friday Night
Turkey wasn’t Andrew’s favorite food. Actually, it was pretty low on the list. But Melisande was hosting, and she had made the demand that he cook the bird, so he had given in with good grace to her version of tradition. He had finished his shopping early (although that term ended up being relative, as it was too easy to come across more and more things that would be “just perfect” for someone in his life, and he would end up buying that too), wrapping the gifts and putting them under a tree that was still bare because he had promised to wait for Kaylee before he decorated it.
Granted, the white trees weren’t exactly the picture of tradition, and it was artificial because the real things were gross, and (he was sure) full of mites and allergens. Kaylee had always insisted on a color theme. Andrew’s favorite was blue and silver, and those were the decorations he had on hand. So it was quite a surprise when he came home to the two ladies already making themselves quite comfortable with hot chocolates and Christmas music, basking in the glow of a tree covered in strings of tiny pink lights.
Andrew looked between the tree and then each of them like he was deciding who to blame. “Well, whoever’s idea this was, you both look awfully pleased with yourselves. Ah, and look at that…”
He caught sight of the wrapping paper, cute little penguins and all. “That must be to wrap up all the diaries and Bieber posters you got me.”