Slightly before Christmas
Scissors, scissors, scissors.
Where can the blasted things be?
Shera: Love, what are you doing?
Kaarne: Scissors. Seen any?
Shera: Bottom right.
Kaarne: Thanks, sis. Now where's the sticky tape?
Shera: Bottom left. Why?
Kaarne: I need to wrap a present.
Shera: Oh no you don't. Over my dead body. Bring all the stuff here. I'm not letting you scare anyone with your pathetic attempts at gift wrapping.
Kaarne: Oh come on. I'm not that bad.
Shera: No, you're even worse. Bring everything here. Now.
Kaarne: There you go.
Shera: Who is it for?
Kaarne: Curiosity. Cat.
Shera: Mmhmm. Anyone I know?
Kaarne: None of your business.
Shera: That's a Yes, I think.
Kaarne: ...
Shera: There we go.
Shera: To show how grateful you are, you can help me dye my hair. I want red highlights.
Kaarne: Hell no! That stuff smells horrible.
Shera: You owe me.
Kaarne: You forced me! And tricked me! Not fair!
Shera: Ah, Christmas time. When even grownup men behave like babies.
Kaarne: ...Fuck you.
Shera: Remember Santa Claus. Or you might end up with an empty stocking.
I'm rather bad at wrapping gifts, unless I really focus on the task at hand. Incidentally, my father is absolutely horribly bad as well, and so is my half-sister. Runs in the family, I guess. My mother, on the other hand, could be a pro as well as my other sisters.
These pictures are old and not that good, but as I already had them sitting on my Desktop, well, I thought why not.