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For lack of a better way to put it, Paul has never really done Christmas. Spirits are generally high in California, yes, but the fact that there's no snow tends to put a damper on things. To his credit, however, he has gone holiday shopping.
(Also to his credit, he's dressed very nicely today - black slacks, light blue button-down shirt, black jacket with glasses tucked into the breast pocket, paisley neckerchief - which has made him rather self-conscious, not that you can pick up on that immediately.)
From the door, he heads straight to the bar to drop off a number of relatively well-wrapped presents.
For Doc Scurlock, Paul's self-annotated copy of Of Mice and Men, wrapped in brown paper, with a few words (Enjoy. - Paul) written on the tape.
Kate Warner's present comes in an Aqua Velva blue laundry basket: a PONG console. The attached note? I won that game. And then, a little more seriously: Thank you for everything. Hope the holiday season brings you more tidings of joy than you need. - Paul
Medusa's present is small, but wrapped carefully in shiny silver wrapping paper. Inside is a model taxicab, onto which Paul has taped a small, just barely recognizable drawing of Medusa herself.
For Tony Stark, a yellowed badge with the words I AM NOT AVERY emblazoned on it. A piece of paper is tied to the pin, reading: Merry Christmas, you sonofabitch.
The last things are for Artemis. One, a copy of Howl (the book marker is to Part III), and a very prettily bound copy of Shakespeare's sonnets. There is a quasi-note attached: Merry Christmas, despite your not celebrating it. If you're still up for dinner (is that a weird thing to say, he wonders) I have the reservations; I'll be around the bar. See you soon, Paul. (He feels the note is distinctly inadequate. However, he is not sure how he would rephrase it, and so leaves it alone.)
He stares at the bar a moment longer before sitting down and getting himself a glass of water. Botherable, if you don't mind slight nerves.
tiny tag: paul avery
ooc: mun presence will be on and off all day, but post open for tags~
(Also to his credit, he's dressed very nicely today - black slacks, light blue button-down shirt, black jacket with glasses tucked into the breast pocket, paisley neckerchief - which has made him rather self-conscious, not that you can pick up on that immediately.)
From the door, he heads straight to the bar to drop off a number of relatively well-wrapped presents.
For Doc Scurlock, Paul's self-annotated copy of Of Mice and Men, wrapped in brown paper, with a few words (Enjoy. - Paul) written on the tape.
Kate Warner's present comes in an Aqua Velva blue laundry basket: a PONG console. The attached note? I won that game. And then, a little more seriously: Thank you for everything. Hope the holiday season brings you more tidings of joy than you need. - Paul
Medusa's present is small, but wrapped carefully in shiny silver wrapping paper. Inside is a model taxicab, onto which Paul has taped a small, just barely recognizable drawing of Medusa herself.
For Tony Stark, a yellowed badge with the words I AM NOT AVERY emblazoned on it. A piece of paper is tied to the pin, reading: Merry Christmas, you sonofabitch.
The last things are for Artemis. One, a copy of Howl (the book marker is to Part III), and a very prettily bound copy of Shakespeare's sonnets. There is a quasi-note attached: Merry Christmas, despite your not celebrating it. If you're still up for dinner (is that a weird thing to say, he wonders) I have the reservations; I'll be around the bar. See you soon, Paul. (He feels the note is distinctly inadequate. However, he is not sure how he would rephrase it, and so leaves it alone.)
He stares at the bar a moment longer before sitting down and getting himself a glass of water. Botherable, if you don't mind slight nerves.
tiny tag: paul avery
ooc: mun presence will be on and off all day, but post open for tags~