Radcliff Holland (youma_taisan) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-25 08:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | sailor mars |
Who: Radcliff
What: Getting started. [Narrative]
Where: Aubade 502/The Sailor Pad
When: Early Christmas morning
Warnings: None, total fluff.
He didn't want to wake everyone up, not just yet. Rad had set the alarm on his phone for just past sunrise, kept it beside the bed and turned it off almost immediately as the droning buzz began. Stretching out from head to toe, no real reason to get up so early (he could imagine Kylie rolling eyes and flipping her hair if he'd tried to tell her of it), but he rose out of bed with every bit of his typical morning energy.
Today was an important day. Rad hadn't shared a Christmas with so many people--with so many friends--ever in his life. This in turn made every chore he was about to undertake completely justifiable. The shower was quick, he'd set out his clothes and pressed them the evening before. His mother would've liked the outfit, just cargos, a nice blue shirt he'd picked up the week before, gray sleeveless sweater. A nice tie. Fifteen minutes from waking and he already felt confident.
Stepping out into the now-quiet living room, the huge mess of a space shared with so many others now, Rad padded silently over to the Christmas tree in the center of the room. It was pretty sizable, and every time he looked at it his back felt achy. All the decorations looked just right though and he supposed Doug's box of crazy decorations made the tree unique, something special. Rad had brought a small string of handcrafted ornaments from his room. Small origami cranes, carefully folded and tiny enough to set inside your palm, each of them a different color and all of them now carefully attached to the same slender string. It took Rad a while to find a place for it, somewhere that didn't stick out too much.
After a few minutes he took a step back, brushed his hands against his sweater and decided it looked just right. More work to be done.
Next Rad moved into the kitchen, the biggest part of his operation. He stopped just for a moment to inspect the chore chart (Kylie's gift, and he wasn't sure whether to smile or frown) hung up just beside the refrigerator. He'd gotten a good start on that already, the next half of the week already carefully plotted, taking everyone's schedule carefully into account. It was progress, it was teamwork, even if she probably didn't see it that way yet. Shaking his head, Rad began to pull out pots and pans, cutting board and chopping knives. Quiet as he could, he worked, everything set carefully in place inside the big kitchen. Once the others started to wake up, he wouldn't have time to deal with the distraction. Big bowls, plastic spoons, flour and eggs and bacon and a big bag of hash browns.
Rad rolled up his sleaves, grabbed the faded apron shoved in the bottom drawer and swung it over his neck. A little wrinkly, but it would do the work. Ah, but wait a minute. Rad spun around, sliding with stockinged feet across the hardwood floor and over to the other counter. There now, the Ipod base he'd set up last night. Playlists, Christmas music hand-picked and sorted through weeks and weeks before. Lively, cheerful, potent happiness in a tune, and even after so many years he could recall her smile, feel the warmth hit right in his chest--enough of a force to reach his eyes, and he reminded himself to carefully press the emotion back. Bittersweet now, maybe, but Rad was going to change that. Power on, music go.
Frosty the Snowman got the whole business rolling again, and Rad set about with his first task in the kitchen. Maybe he'd end up being driven crazy by the end of it (who knew what sort of plans Bunny and the rest had in mind, after all) but Christmas was looking up already.