Re: Decorating: Gunster & Greyson
[Patrick groaned dramatically.] Don't tell my sister. She'll laugh me right out of town, and at Christmas too! [Patrick had a great sense of humor, but it was largely artificial. It was how he'd learn to stand out in a family of dauntingly intelligent badassery. But he was quick enough on the uptick to point at his own hair helpfully, pairing the gesture with Greyson's even more helpful comment about where the surly detective should wear his Christmas hat.
Patrick grabbed his black jacket and gloves at the door, and he was slipping them on as he looked at the tree that was dangling on the back of the SUV. It was a huge fucking tree, but the ropes and knots were noted too. He listened as Greyson worked on the ropes, and he went to the back of the patrol car and grabbed the stand.
A quick jog brought the stand inside, and then he was back again to help tackle the monster in their midst.] Sure we aren't compensating for anything with this tree, dude? It would help if we had a direwolf or four. Ghost! To me! [Didn't work, so he positioned himself to hoist the monster.] Not implying anything, but I'm definitely implying something. [He winked good-naturedly, and he grinned that Gunster grin that was mostly troublesome boy. People took well to that smile, and Patrick had deployed it throughout his life with shitloads of success.]