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Who: Jemaine and Bret
What: It's not a competition, honestly
Where: Their apartment
When: Christmas morning
Jemaine had obscured Bret's Christmas present from view, positioning it behind his bedroom door so that even if Bret felt so inclined to peer inside he'd be none the wiser.
He had stumbled on the idea of gifting his friend a box after a particularly nostalgic dream in which they were in New York watching the Dog Show, Jemaine scolding Bret for dropping biscuit crumbs in his favourite box. And, well, a box was as good as anything. It wasn't like he had much to work with.
But Rowan didn't have cardboard.
So he wrote Ianto who was thankfully equipped to help him make -- and he used the word 'help' loosely, because he hadn't really done much but hover awkwardly and spill coffee -- a new favourite box. The box itself was stiffer than cardboard, and slightly lighter in colour, and even after they'd stained it with coffee a little discoloured, but Jemaine felt confident that Bret would appreciate the thought regardless. Plus, it smelt delicious.
So, Christmas morning, Jemaine blinked awake and padded his way towards Bret's bedroom, rapping his knuckles sharply against the door frame and mumbling: "Wake up, Bret. S'Christmas n'got you a present."
What: It's not a competition, honestly
Where: Their apartment
When: Christmas morning
Jemaine had obscured Bret's Christmas present from view, positioning it behind his bedroom door so that even if Bret felt so inclined to peer inside he'd be none the wiser.
He had stumbled on the idea of gifting his friend a box after a particularly nostalgic dream in which they were in New York watching the Dog Show, Jemaine scolding Bret for dropping biscuit crumbs in his favourite box. And, well, a box was as good as anything. It wasn't like he had much to work with.
But Rowan didn't have cardboard.
So he wrote Ianto who was thankfully equipped to help him make -- and he used the word 'help' loosely, because he hadn't really done much but hover awkwardly and spill coffee -- a new favourite box. The box itself was stiffer than cardboard, and slightly lighter in colour, and even after they'd stained it with coffee a little discoloured, but Jemaine felt confident that Bret would appreciate the thought regardless. Plus, it smelt delicious.
So, Christmas morning, Jemaine blinked awake and padded his way towards Bret's bedroom, rapping his knuckles sharply against the door frame and mumbling: "Wake up, Bret. S'Christmas n'got you a present."