2 Black Swan Drive - Sunday Eveningish - 12/21
Lurlinemas was not necessarily something that he celebrated in the religious sort of way, but the fact was that he knew there was also this 'Christmas' coming up, and he wasn't so daft as to think that Liir wouldn't feel at least a bit left out if they didn't do something.
He had mustered up the semblance of cooking skills that he had acquired to make them a small dinner - rolls being his most impressive achievement - along with a chicken and broccoli dish that he hoped would pass his son's discriminating tastes. The present had been a bit more difficult, but in the end he had settled on a companion for the young man in case things went pear-shaped as they were wont to do.
Unfortunately, the nature of the present made it a little hard to hide -- which was the reason that a very oddly shaped box was sitting in the corner of the room, facing the wall (the side facing wasn't wrapped, and the paper really only covered the kennel vaguely).
Now what was left? To wait for Liir, he supposed.
He had mustered up the semblance of cooking skills that he had acquired to make them a small dinner - rolls being his most impressive achievement - along with a chicken and broccoli dish that he hoped would pass his son's discriminating tastes. The present had been a bit more difficult, but in the end he had settled on a companion for the young man in case things went pear-shaped as they were wont to do.
Unfortunately, the nature of the present made it a little hard to hide -- which was the reason that a very oddly shaped box was sitting in the corner of the room, facing the wall (the side facing wasn't wrapped, and the paper really only covered the kennel vaguely).
Now what was left? To wait for Liir, he supposed.