It's the most wonderful time of the year [PARTAY THREAD]
((OOC: I don't think that's Chicago in that icon. XD But it's a city with a tree! This is slow timed for all eternity. Feel free to post into it at any time/make locked threads! Feel free to comment into it several times with the same character if your character has decorations, present finding, and snow ball fighting to do. :D It can happen
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He's been out all day, being mysterious and doing mysterious things, like he do. Doesn't even tell the narration, the ho bag.
He takes the stairs two steps at a time to get back home. Opening the door to his apartment, he takes a deep breath and prepares himself for whatever it is waiting for him.
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She probably would have made more progress, but she bought too many lights and since she's short trying to put them up resulted in them somehow getting tangled.... tangled with her caught in the middle of them. Elizabeth is wearing panties and a tank top. Both pink with..stars on them. And they're girly and dorky. She really did mean to wear something else (like actual clothes), but she hasn't been able to untangle herself from the lights for the ( ... )
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Biting down on his lip, he lingers at the door, hand over the knob. He even tilts his head to study her, wondering what on earth is going on in this place.
"Avert your eyes or...?" he asks, closing the door behind him. Josef walks over to her, kneeling down and surveying the sea of lights she has lost herself in. "What...are you doing?"
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"I... don't remember. I was kind of just saying words so you'd avert your eyes! Avert your eyes or you'll... you will make me... angry." Which is hard to believe with the way her words are trailing off, and she's looking sideways away from him with that blush spreading over her face.
It's hot. Her face is hot... and so is the rest of her, wrestling lights takes a lot of energy and hard work.
She wriggles in the sea of lights trying to get at least one hand out of the mess. Elizabeth stops at the question, confused. "Huh? ...what does it look like I'm doing?"
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No, Josef really doesn't listen to anyone. He's also never celebrated Christmas and is a bit taken aback by his apartment turning into something...festive.
"It looks like you're wrapping yourself up nicely in lights. Do I get to hang you by my door?"
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Elizabeth pouts. She is not pleased!
This evening is not turning out at all like she planned.
She sends him an indignant look which is undermined slightly by the embarrassed blush on her face.
"Do you want to hang me by your door? I'll only scare people away." Elizabeth wriggles more in the lights, pulling her hand out at long last as a light cracks under her elbow. Oops. She waves her fingers. "I was trying to decorate your apartment. See? There's a tree! I made cookies! I ate the burned ones so you- those should all be the good ones left. For you."
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He is not very pleased, either. He does not possess Christmas spirit. Not even an iota of it.
Still. The fact that she's doing all of this for him, it's--no one's ever done that before. He leans closer, helping to free her from the littering of lights. Only Elizabeth Jules would get caught up in them.
"Thank you," he says quietly, smiling at her slightly. "I can go. Come back in another hour or so but see, Sparky, I'm afraid of what those lights would do to you if I left you alone with them."
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If anyone can give Josef the Christmas spirit (or at least make him pretend), it's Elizabeth. She's fully committed to trying her hardest to give him the best Christmas possible. If she knew he's never celebrated before, she'd probably try even harder to make this perfect.
..even though her attempts at a perfect Christmas apparently end up with her wrapped all in lights.
She smiles at him when he helps untangle her from the lights. "Thank you," Elizabeth says and then wrinkles her nose, slipping her hand over his (which sends an a feeling like electricity through her body) and sending him a Pfft, please look. "I'd totally be able to take on those lights in round 2. But you don't have to go. Maybe it helps to have a taller person... or a ladder. Or even a step stool. I did a lot of jumping but it... made it worse somehow. I don't think the lights appreciated ( ... )
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"You sure about that? I mean, I can buy you boxing gloves and cheer you on. I've faith, Elizabeth. I do. Except..." he tilts his head to study her. Even as they untangle her she's still knee deep in lights and he can't bite back the quiet, dark chuckle that leaves his lips.
"First I was chopped liver. Now I'm a ladder? I'm so unappreciated."
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She doesn't do that for anyone else.
Elizabeth manages another indignant look in his general direction, pressing her lips together as she searches for a good response. She tries to get her leg out of the lights and ends up tripping into him. Elizabeth presses her palms against his chest to keep from falling to the ground. She looks back up at him, giving him a very pointed look and tapping his chest with her finger. "Don't you say anything."
Except she knows that she wouldn't mind at all if he did. Because the expression on his face is completely worth any embarrassment that she could feel for being caught in such a predicament.
"No." She smiles up at him. "You're not a ladder. You're a substitute for a ladder. There's a difference. I won't be climbing you or ( ... )
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He will ignore that indignant look sent his way in favor of looping his arms around her waist when she trips into him.
"Still hushing."
Now he's really biting his lip. Elizabeth would not get any flirtatious or sexual innuendo he replies with so he merely nods solemnly. His hands get caught in some lights at her back.
"I'm the sexiest substitute for a ladder there is, then. Aren't I?"
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She looks up at him when he speaks, again, trying to unhook her other foot from the lights though her efforts pause at what his question is.
"Yes. Of course! You're the sexiest... sexiest..." She's giving him that look, again. The one that got her in trouble in the park so long ago. It's not as though she's even aware of it. "The most sexy."
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The look doesn't get her into trouble this time. Josef shakes his head with a knowing smile as she hides her face in his chest, hand still flat on the small of her back.
"The sexiest sexiest. That needs to go on a plaque too."
He gives her a strange, barely-there smile. He isn't even aware he does it. "You don't have to do all this, you know."
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"I'll... totally look into that next time I'm at the plaque store."
Elizabeth manages to pull her other foot out of the lights, holding on to him for balance as she gets situated on the floor again.
She's aware that something is different about his expression sometimes, but she's not able to place what it is. She knows that it makes her feel different, warmer throughout her heart which skips a couple of beats. And it fills her with a sense of longing to see it more often, to be the cause of it as often as she can.
She raises her eyebrows at him, slightly confused by what he's saying. Why would she think that she had to do all this? And why would he think that she thought that?
"I know. It's not like anyone held a gun to my head and said, Elizabeth, you better decorate your Man's apartment or ELSE." The bold speech indicates where Elizabeth attempted a manly, ( ... )
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Christmas was elegant parlor rooms and his mother's emerald green dress and that awful tie he always had to wear. The measure of his mother's adoration--and oh, how she adored him--was within those parlor rooms where she'd introduce him to everyone on high ladders.
It wasn't tinsel and cookies and tangled lights.
The measure of love was obligation.
"Your Man?" Josef echoes after her, even trying to imitate the way she has said it. He manages to sound thuggish a la Bostonian gangster. "I thought I was your substitute for a ladder."
He doesn't comment on the rest. He understands, but voicing it is always so hard for him, as she's probably come to know.
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Her blush goes deeper than it has in probably weeks. She feels exactly like a lobster. A lobster in a giant pot of boiling water. She had no idea that she'd just said that out loud. The 'your Man' bit. Even if that's sometimes how she thinks of him... she didn't ever mean to LET HIM KNOW THAT.
"I- Uhm. I- Well- The... the thugger... the thugging man doesn't know that though! He- He's confused. He doesn't know that you're my ladder substitute and just ma-a-a-de assumptions," Elizabeth says quickly. There is probably squeaking in her voice. All the squeaking. "Do you..." She's trying to pull out of his arms a bit at least until her face goes down in color. "Do you want a cookie? They're ( ... )
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