holiday event

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

Bah RUMPAH Pum Pum

It's the end of the year, and Fagsona's throwing a grand, gay ol' holiday party! And boy, are they overdoing it. There's mistletoe everywhere, the spontaneous urge to break into carols, spiked eggnog, presents for everyone under a huge tree, and even someone in the corner over there dressed up like Santa, ready (even if unwilling) for anyone to come sit on their lap and spill out their deepest heart's desires! (Poor bugger, whoever that muse is.)

And believe me, with all that decoration and alcohol, you're definitely gonna spill.

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[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi looks down at himself, before promptly sitting down on one arm of Santa's chair. Flippantly:]

Just happened.

[He motions to his nose. Come to think of it, his voice is kinda nasally under that thing.]

Say, lend me a hand with this, will you? Not having fingers makes it kinda hard.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Setting down the bottle in his hand, he reaches up (a bit clumsily himself), and the red, bulbous nose pops off with ease. These two are probably used to that sort of catch by now, though.]

There. Better?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi heaves an exaggerated sigh of relief, rubbing his nose with the blunt hoof.]

Tons - you know how hard it was to breathe in that thing? And it smelled like old socks in there. It was torture, Dojima-san.

[And then, quite promptly, Adachi slides off the seat and onto one of Dojima's knees. Hey, that's what you were supposed to do, right?]]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Torture, huh? Try havin' a giant beard stuck on yer face.

[Dojima gives a grunt when Adachi plops down, not having expected that. For one, Adachi is definitely not a kid. ...Well, he acts close enough like one.]

What're ya' doing?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

If you ask me, it's not that different from normal.

[Adachi pokes at said beard, nudging it aside for the moment with his wrist and glancing at the telltale hint of stubble underneath. He's grinning at the fact that Dojima hasn't tried to move him despite being in public. The guy must be smashed.]

I'm gonna tell you what I want for Christmas! That's what you're sitting here for, right?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Dojima Claus rolls his eyes blearily, eventually settling a hand on Adachi's waist, just so he won't fall.]

I shuppose. What'dya want?

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[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

A million yen.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

The 2011 annual anniversary set of Featherman R collector's figurines.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

A lifetime certificate to Cometbucks' Coffee.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

The complete fifty-six volume set of Super Detective Man ShuraShura!

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Christmas Eve again.

DONE

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

And the Premium Deluxe Magic-For-Beginners play set.

1/2

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

...

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[A moment's pause and a heavy stare, then Dojima shakes his head, rubbing his face. The beard is lopsided by now, but he doesn't seem to mind.]

It'sh a good thing m'not Santa.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

Tch!

[Adachi doesn't leave his seat, but he does turn his nose up the other way.]

Stingy. Hope you're not expecting some grand affair under the tree for you now, pal.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Y'just ashked for...

[Wait, he's counting. (Hic.)]

Six things. 'Sides, I think you're on th' naughty lisht.

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Well, now he's just indignant too.]

What?! Why am I- no way! Let me see that list! I was definitely a damn angel this year! You're cheating!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

I don't have an actual lisht.

[Fidgeting under Adachi's weight, his head only ends up lulling onto one of his shoulders. Man, whatever he was drinking was certainly catching up.]

What'dya mean 'Christmas Eve', anyway?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Glaring down at Dojima's head, Adachi looks away with a slight frown, mumbling something under his breath like, 'Don't think you can get away with that just by acting cute,' or at the very least, something similar. His expression must have darkened by then, because he spotted a timid-looking kid approaching, only to watch him meet his eyes, squeak with fright at what he saw, and run away, yelling about the scary reindeer monster attacking Santa to his preoccupied mother.]

Usually, people mean the day before Christmas.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Aw, but look at this cute, vulnerable face. (Just ignore that white, flowing beard.)]

Why d'ya need two of 'em?

[Total misinterpretation? Check.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[As if Dojima's needed to get more oblivious.]

I wanted yours.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[A pause, then Dojima rolls his head up so that his chin in on Adachi's shoulder.]

Y'can have it.

[Simple enough. Might have to remind him later, though.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi grins in response, but there isn't much surprise about it. Maybe he had already assumed the answer, thinking too much of himself, and perhaps the vocal request had only been protocol. Adachi steadies a hand on Dojima's wrist to keep the eggnog from tipping a little too much to one side (the costume may not be his, but he doesn't fancy walking around in wet fur all day), and briefly presses his mouth to the other man's hairline.]

And since I'm such a good kid this year, I'll even give you mine.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Yeah?

[Hic.]

Thanks. M'glad.

[Dojima smiles, and although it's a little... drunken, it looks meaningful nonetheless.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Past Santa's shoulder, he spots a small group of children warily looking on, obviously waiting for their turn to sit on Santa's knee and request just about everything on their wishlist (those little brats). Adachi can't help it - nice or naughty, he still shoots them a narrowed-eye glare until they start and scatter. They could have their turn when he was done.]

Well, that's only one of six, but I can settle with that for now. You'll just owe me one...or five in the future, Santa. You know, when the holiday rush ain't as bad.