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a very special spaceship holiday
Nowadays, it's mostly humans that celebrate the winter holidays this...festively, but luckily for all of you, the leader of Circle 7, the System's most notorious crime mega-conglomerate, is human. He insisted on the celebration on the First, too, said something about morale and good cheer and a shit ton of (most likely laced) alcohol. Something about holiday pranks, too, but that might've just been my imagination.
There's mistletoe hanging everywhere, the suspicious smell of Astorean Norther Fir in the air, jingling bells tied to every doorway, and is it just me, or does that big Santa have a glass eye?
It's gonna be a grand ol' time.
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Viana chose that time to return, reappearing behind her brother with a gigantic tray of treats in hand. She was balancing it in one palm and, testament to her area of expertise, not a pastry or puff even wobbled as she picked out pieces to throw into her mouth. She looked between Bentley and Evan, brow raised before her face inevitably settled on a frown. "What are you two doing?"
"The doctor doesn't know how to dance," Evan reported, all smiles.
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"I'm just saying, doc, that you gotta put yourself out there! It's a scary place, but you won't find anything just holing yourself up in your office like that. There's definitely no harm with just having a little fun at the party. You're with your own, here."
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Though as he said it, Bentley began to wonder... He really could dance if he wanted, or could go up to anyone he wanted to. Maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world if he got out of his shell. Had Evan been right all this time?
Or had something been slipped into his system via the food he nibbled on? Hm.
"But I... guess it wouldn't hurt. For fun."
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Evan looked delighted. Teasing the antsy doctor was all good fun and games at times, but Bentley still was his friend, and Evan did sometimes wonder if it was all right to be so resigned to a life devoid of company, even if it was just the platonic kind. The Dominico siblings had all but forced their companionship on him, after all. Bentley had had little choice but to stay and accustom himself to it.
"You're right! It wouldn't hurt at all!" said Evan, bumping an elbow against the doctor's arm. "You should ask somebody. No one's going to turn you down; it's all in good cheer."
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"This is harder than I thought," he muttered, chewing his lip.
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It wasn't quite a gentlemanly proposal at all, and just a bit backhanded, but Bentley had surprised himself with it. Now his face was awfully close to his vest.
"I-I mean, um... Not that you're... not m-marriage material, I mean, but..." He stammered a bit too much to make that into a coherent sentence at all.
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Viana, on the other hand, darkened until it looked like she was about to burst, the plate in her hand trembling with either barely-contained embarrassment or, more probably, livid rage.
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Whatever was in those cookies was completely trumped by fear for his life, it seemed. (Maybe Calibri was watching somewhere from the shadows, taking note of it.)
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"No! He's only saying asking because he's too much of a wimp to ask somebody else! He thinks it'll be easy 'cause he figures I can't be worse than him!" She slammed her plate down on the nearest surface, not minding that this time, two or three cookies fell from the top of the pile and onto the ground. "He thinks he's got nothing to worry about, I'm not even a girl to him! Well I'll give him something to worry about! ¡Voy a golpear sus dientes en su garganta, no pensará eso otra vez!"
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Bentley looked a lot like a puppy with its tail tucked, half behind Evan. This really wasn't how he imagined his evening going at all. Though really, he shouldn't have been surprised - as he mentioned before, he had been traumatized by them before.
"T-that really has nothing to do with it!" he all but whined, cowering preemptively. "Of course you're my friend! I-I don't consider anyone that way - no offense, Evan - so please, don't... gold pear... me, or whatever it is you said."
the first time we have substantial evidence that, yes, danny and bentley are bros
He headed in their direction, feeling confident when he saw that Viana was in a good mood... a feeling that lasted all of five seconds before he saw her slam down her plate of cookies. Abort, abort, abort!!! Danny immediately turned on his heel, ready to get out of that line of fire as fast as possible, though he couldn't help glancing back out of curiosity when he heard Viana yelling.
When he saw Bentley cowering behind Evan, he couldn't help feeling a pang of sympathy at being the target of Viana's wrath. For a moment he hesitated, knitting his brows together before letting out an exasperated sigh and heading back towards the trio again. God damnit why was he so fucking nice?
"Yo, Doc. I finally found you. I, um, need your help with something. Over here." Danny looped an arm around Bentley's shoulders and began dragging him away from the siblings in a strangely rushed manner.
omg
When they finally stopped, Bentley straightened out his clothes, sighing. "Thanks."
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"Merry Christmas. That's your present." Danny hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his festively red jeans. "Not counting the thing I already got you."
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With that, he waved a hand and wandered off to enjoy himself.
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"See you," he said, waving back with a sigh. "And merry Christmas."