Comments | det_lassiter: What did Santa bring you? (rp for <strong class="lj-user"><a href="/read/user/dial_a_psychic">dial_a_psychic</a></strong>, flexitimed back a couple of days...)

det_lassiter

What did Santa bring you? (rp for dial_a_psychic, flexitimed back a couple of days...)

Dec 27, 2009 11:28

He was dreaming about a woman with neatly styled dark hair and this bright, bright smile. He liked her, and though the surroundings of the room they were in looked old fashioned, he could have lived like this, with her bringing him dinner when he got home from work. There weren’t any cop shows on TV, but that was ok, because when she came to sit ( Read more... )

shawn, christmas, dial_a_psychic

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ex_egorstan December 27 2009, 11:34:57 UTC

I'm jealous. You write so perfectly.

ooc det_lassiter December 27 2009, 11:46:46 UTC

Thank you so kindly <3 <3 <3

Re: ooc ex_egorstan December 28 2009, 00:10:08 UTC

I need a character so I can converse with you.

Re: ooc det_lassiter December 28 2009, 06:19:43 UTC

Yes! You should get one!

dial_a_psychic December 27 2009, 12:29:12 UTC

This wasn't part of his Christmas morning agenda, not at all. In fact, Shawn's Christmas morning agenda like most of his regular mornings (including average holidays, Groundhog's Day and the Chinesse New Year) start sometime around 11 am ( ... )

det_lassiter December 27 2009, 13:00:53 UTC

That voice... Carlton's grip loosened on his weapon. Since when did that voice have a familar place in his bedroom? Since when did hearing it make him let go of his gun, not grip it tighter? Call it a Christmas Miracle, or some other such crap, because it was better than any other, more realistic option.

Sighing, he relaxed into his matress a moment, feeling himself sink into his bed, before forcing himself to turn over and sit up. The edge of his sheets gathered and pooled around his waist, but it didn't really matter either way; he was always careful to dress appropriately for bed, in case of emergancy, fire or break in.

"Don't you have better things to do today?" He asked as he scrubbed his eye with his palm.

dial_a_psychic December 27 2009, 13:21:04 UTC

"I do." Shawn groaned as he pushed himself up and stretched, pausing mid-stretch when his back complained in what could be considered the beginning of a 'feeling old' era. But then, that would be completely wrong. This was obviously part of the 'someone should burn down Lassie's awfull furniture and get him comfortable stuff' age.

"I have better things to do, including finishing my beauty sleep shift, but instead I'm choosing spending this time with you." Bending, Shawn picked up a package decorated in vibrant pinks, oranges and lime green tropical holiday patterns and jumped onto Lassie's queen sized bed, claiming a spot right next to the king of the castle.

"Merry Christmas, Lass-A-Boo-Boo."

det_lassiter December 27 2009, 13:42:49 UTC

He watched as Shawn stretched, and possibly winced, in front of him, not quite over the surrealness of waking up on Christmas morning to find Shawn Spencer in his room. His attention was immediately taken by the brightly wrapped present as it approached him and bounced, along with Shawn, on his bed. He found himself relieved that he'd bought a present for him too, partly on the off chance that he might have got him something, partly because he'd seen it and wanted to get it for him.

Firefox rolled over at the end of the bed, finally becoming aware that there was something interesting in the room. He was possibly the worst guard dog on the planet, or maybe he was as comfortable with Shawn's presence in the room as Carlton was. The corgi slowly eased himself up and plodded up the bed to stand on Shawn's lap and pant in his face.

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