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[pictureira]

A very Ira Christmas! [Warning! His gifts are eccentric, and he tried to put his best thoughts into these.]

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[poison_by_name]

[And Ira already knows how perfect she thinks it is. She'll just hug him again.]

[pictureira]

Aw. [He happens to like hugs, thanks. His arms wrap around her, and he kisses the top of her hair.]

[poison_by_name]

It's perfect.

[Yes, we've established that point. God, girl, are you incapable of coherent and intelligent conversation?]

Thank you so much.

[pictureira]

[Ira smiled, and kisses her cheek.]

I'll probably get you some more.. I cant help it, its what I do.

[poison_by_name]

No, don't. This is by far enough.

[She kisses his cheek as well, smiling.]

How did you think of it?

[pictureira]

Well, I know you carry the ultrasound photo around everywhere... Couldnt hurt to keep a safe copy on the wall too.

[poison_by_name]

You're so sweet. And you're right. It's getting a little worn.

[pictureira]

I was hesitant, that I'd be crossing lines? But, I was also sure you wouldn't mind.

[poison_by_name]

No lines crossed. Promise.