Lemon Chiffon 2: Intoxication
Title: Happy Holidays
Author: Zombz
Rating: PG
Notes: Milkshaked Teeny! Hope it's allll good.
“Wait, so let me see if I got this straight,” Haytham said as he sidled up behind London who had just finished hanging a stocking for Kyrie, the Vulcan, and himself. He walked passed and busied himself with other holiday preparations as Haytham crossed his arms over his chest.
“Go ahead.”
“This holiday is all about bringing a tree from outside inside,” he ticked off on his finger, following London’s moving form with his eyes, “and taking lights from the inside and stringing them outside?”
“Well, not in so many words…” London mumbled, pausing in his movements to look over at Haytham. “It’s a little more complicated than that.”
“And then you hand socks up on the wall so you can put candy and presents in them?” London turned away from him, his brow furrowed. He wasn’t really certain what Haytham was trying to get at but he knew it wasn’t going to end with God Bless Us Every One. He left the room, reenetering shortly after with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. “What’s more is you feed a burgler.” Haytham took a cookie off the plate and bit into it.
“You’re really killing the holiday spirit,” London remarked, placing the plate down and pulling on a Santa hat. Haytham smirked and yanked the hat down over London’s head.
“Sounds like a drunk’s holiday to me.”
Author: Zombz
Rating: PG
Notes: Milkshaked Teeny! Hope it's allll good.
“Wait, so let me see if I got this straight,” Haytham said as he sidled up behind London who had just finished hanging a stocking for Kyrie, the Vulcan, and himself. He walked passed and busied himself with other holiday preparations as Haytham crossed his arms over his chest.
“Go ahead.”
“This holiday is all about bringing a tree from outside inside,” he ticked off on his finger, following London’s moving form with his eyes, “and taking lights from the inside and stringing them outside?”
“Well, not in so many words…” London mumbled, pausing in his movements to look over at Haytham. “It’s a little more complicated than that.”
“And then you hand socks up on the wall so you can put candy and presents in them?” London turned away from him, his brow furrowed. He wasn’t really certain what Haytham was trying to get at but he knew it wasn’t going to end with God Bless Us Every One. He left the room, reenetering shortly after with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. “What’s more is you feed a burgler.” Haytham took a cookie off the plate and bit into it.
“You’re really killing the holiday spirit,” London remarked, placing the plate down and pulling on a Santa hat. Haytham smirked and yanked the hat down over London’s head.
“Sounds like a drunk’s holiday to me.”