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[iam_thebadwolf]

I got too old for Santa when I was nine...'cept for the year I was twelve. I asked for a red bicycle. Anyway, haven't written a letter to Saint Nick since then but here in the City...I figger...why not?

No reason for me to put it on the network though.

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[am_i_being_rude]

[There are several things that gradually alert his body to her presence, but it still takes a few minutes for them to cause him to actually wake up. He had fallen asleep while reading his book - totally by accident! He doesn't even actually remember setting it down to rest his head for a moment - and at some point managed to lie down on one of his arms and rest his face on the other. But yes, waking up. It's not too long after she's sat against the headboard, at the end of a deep breath in and out. His eyes snap open, blinking once or twice before looking over at her without moving his head. That comes a couple of seconds later, when he lifts it to glance around the room, sitting up a little on one elbow to look properly at it over his shoulder before looking back at her, and finally letting his head fall so that his cheek is resting back on his arm. It's always a little disconcerting to wake up in a different place, particularly when you didn't mean to fall asleep in the first place.]

[iam_thebadwolf]

[She smiles softly at him when he wakes up and slides her letter into the book then puts it back on the nightstand. She's still wearing the sweater and jeans she wore out earlier but she's barefoot.] Good nap?

[am_i_being_rude]

[He closes his eyes again for a few seconds and doesn't bother to lift his face out of the pillow when he replies, so it's appropriately partially muffled when it comes.] Unintentional. Nice bed. So, yes. [Looking back at her again.] Good day?

[iam_thebadwolf]

[Rose nods a bit. She got the jest of the muffled and the question was clear.] Yeah. Snow's nice outside. No ashed of ships. Just snow.

[am_i_being_rude]

[He perks up so fast, sitting up on his elbows.] I know! Real snow! There hasn't been real snow at Christmas in years!

[iam_thebadwolf]

[That gets a smile out of her.] We ought to go out walkin' in it tomorrow. Maybe build a snowman and have a snowball fight.

[am_i_being_rude]

Yes! We definitely ought to do that. Both thats. We should make sure we hit Donna. And me. I think they'd like being included. [He's only just now realised he's taking up nearly all the bed and rolls more onto his side so she can straighten her legs out and you know, use her own bed too.] But we should make a fort first.

[iam_thebadwolf]

[Big grin and a nod while she does stretch out on the bed beside him.] We goin' to have teams then?

[am_i_being_rude]

Of course! Although, it's not really a true snowball fight if someone doesn't switch sides without warning halfway through and tackle your until-very-recently-former-teammate into the snow.

[iam_thebadwolf]

[She bites the tip of her tongue, grinning.] Yeah, who's gonna be the traitor on our team? And are you on my team or am I takin' the other you?

[am_i_being_rude]

Oh, me, definitely. I've got the devious mind. [That earns a slight definitely-not-a-pout-because-Time-Lords-are-too-pompous-for-that-obviously.] Mine! I mean, it'll be hard to turn turncoat on you if you're actually on the other side.

[iam_thebadwolf]

You sure you want me and Donna teamin' up. [She gives him some eyebrow waggling there.]

[am_i_being_rude]

Oh. Ehm. No, please don't do that. You're supposed to be on my side - Donna can be on the other. Someone needs to be. Aside from me, I mean.

[iam_thebadwolf]

[She grins at him, scrunching down in the bed a bit.] I guess bein' betrayed and tackled in the snow could be fun.

[am_i_being_rude]

[He shifts so that he's fully on his side alongside her, head propped up on his palm to look at her. And grins.] You bet. I'm a grrreat tackler. Make sure I'm tackling into a soft snowbank instead of an icy one and all that sort of thing. Very considerate attacker, me.

[iam_thebadwolf]

Awfully thoughtful of you. Might have to get back at you with cold hands. [She reaches over and puts her hand against the curve of his neck. Her hands aren't cold right now but she's demonstrating for future warning.]