nine | joy, then pain. is this how christmas is supposed to work?

[strike_you_out]

[Slugger cautiously makes his way down the stairs and into the living room, stepping around and over the many, many cats that have taken sudden residence in the house. A certain skeletal cat-lover comes to mind, but when Slugger reaches the living room, Death is nowhere around. Neither is Eddie or Susan.

He's about to go search for them when

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[bridgetroll]

....Hey, don't tell me you're dying or something.

[hunches down, staring at him, ignoring the cold]

[strike_you_out]

[Despite how close she is, he doesn't appear to realize she's there yet and inches toward her. It looks as if he's trying to bury his head in the snow, for whatever batshit reason...]

[bridgetroll]

....hey!

[shakes his shoulders, YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO SUFFER WITHOUT HER THAT'S NOT FAIR]

[strike_you_out]

[Startled, his shoulders jerk at the touch. It seems to do the trick though, and he pulls his head out of the snow to look up at her.]

P- Parsee... [oh. shit!] -!!

[Rollings backwards off of his knees, he is now focused on frantically pulling off his skates before another (very recent) memory can kick in.]

[bridgetroll]

....yeah, that's me. Good to see that your problem isn't memory loss.

[oh irony; she hunches here looking confused as hell]

[strike_you_out]

[Once the skates are off, he breathes a great sigh of relief and relaxes into this lovely, freezing snow.]

No... but I wish it was.