Post for headofapin: Nothing says 'love' quite like leftovers

[gotasweettooth]

The last time Justin had celebrated Thanksgiving was...was it even worth remembering? No, no it was not. Like everything else with his family, any semblance of functioning or pleasant family times was just a lie

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[headofapin]

Gabriella on the other hand liked Thanksgiving, though that was because it meant something different to her. She enjoyed the cooking, and the food that came from it. She enjoyed getting a new dress, paid for by Daddy, as she head every year for as long as she could remember. And she loved that it marked the beginning of the holiday season, properly. But then again, she loved holidays because it was a good time. It was different from the rest of the year, at least for her since when she was little it had been filled with pampering from her Father, but she could understand that if there were bad memories associated with holidays they wouldn't be as fun. She did hope that she could change Justin's mind about them, though. He had just previously lacked someone to really enjoy them with

[gotasweettooth]

Justine looked up at the sound of Gabriella's voice, craning her head over the back of her chair to glance in the direction of the kitchen

[headofapin]

But then again Gabriella would have preferred Justin's real self, and being stuck like that, but she was trying her best to be open and accepting to all forms, and whatnot. And the argument was mostly when it went the other way, from male to female.

Her shoulders slumped a bit at the greeting, because it was hardly what she was expecting. She pulled herself up though, and smiled back, flouncing a bit as she closed the space between them, and kissed her. "Nah. I was half expecting you to just be in sweatpants and a t-shirt, so you're fine." Not that she had ever seen the other in that, but. "I had to go out earlier, and then dinner with Daddy and all. Who this is from~, so I couldn't not wear it."

She pulled back to look the other again, noting the cigarette in the pocket and raising an eyebrow slightly, though there was no verbal comment. She had told her before that she'd smoked, but Gabriella had yet to witness it.

"How are you? Have you done anything special yet today?"

[gotasweettooth]

The flouncing got an amused laugh, and she accepted the kiss graciously. "Sorry to disappoint, but I don't even own any sweats. Jeans are the closest thing I get. Or - track pants, if I'm working out."

She caught the look but had already forgotten and didn't realize what it was for. "Huh? What?" Of course, a glance down at her pocket answered that question. "Oh - shit. I'll just go toss that, huh?" She grabbed for it with a fumble.

Anything special, she asked. Did going to work count as special? No, obviously it would not. "I watched part of the parade," she offered, slightly wan.