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[totheskye]

Again, Skye has hijacked Leif's dance studio, covered it in tinsel and various bits of sparkly thing until the walls are barely visible, and decorated a truly monstrous tree in the corner -- which the gifts sit beneath. There's a table for drinks, mercifully left undrugged this time, and the man himself is prancing around the room in full Christmas-cheer mode.

(Enjoy. Threadhoppping very okay. Happy holidays, y'all!)