I'm going nowhere fast, thats what they say

[cael_macnair]

Can't decide where I'll be spending Christmas. Seems like a double-edged blade to me. Spend Christmas here with Absinthe and Abbott, while trying to protect my tin of biscuits, not be attacked by little blonde boys that stop by as guests, and covering my ears to force out the shit Abbott calls music. Not to mention it seems as if practically

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[rockmeruet]

You selfish git. :P

[cael_macnair]

Now you know that's not true...

[rockmeruet]

Actually, i've seen no evidence to the contrary.

[cael_macnair]

No? Well, I'll have to rectify that, won't I?

[rockmeruet]

Absolutely. It's the season of giving Cael.

[cael_macnair]

Right. So what will you be giving me?

[rockmeruet]

More than you can handle, probably.

[cael_macnair]

Doubtful, seeing as you're 'straight'.

[rockmeruet]

Well, I don't think i'll be staying in the closet much longer...it's getting pretty cramped in here.

[cael_macnair]

Might do you a bit of good to get out and stretch.

[taleabsinthe]

Only thing Cael knows how to give are migraines.

[rockmeruet]

Au contrare.

[taleabsinthe]

I do hope you're not too disappointed when he lets you down.

[rockmeruet]

Ditto to you and Luficer, darling.

[taleabsinthe]

You needn't worry.