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[Hearing that it's possible that your bro back home is dead FOR REALS is... Well. It sucks ok? He'd gone up on the roof for a little bit but he left that because while it's prime brooding territory, it's also very very cold at the moment. So he's made his way to one of his favorite places ever - The kitchen. And he's made himself a huge mug of hot chocolate with his journal open next to him.]
I guess there's no chance of it warming up for Christmas? Why couldn't we have a tropical Christmas? We could decorate palm trees and relax by a beach with margaritas. Shoot any bird that even thinks of coming near. Doesn't that sound so much better than crappy clothes and freezing our asses off? I thought so.
((Open for planned or unplanned kisses as well as just bothering over the journals. ♥ ))
I guess there's no chance of it warming up for Christmas? Why couldn't we have a tropical Christmas? We could decorate palm trees and relax by a beach with margaritas. Shoot any bird that even thinks of coming near. Doesn't that sound so much better than crappy clothes and freezing our asses off? I thought so.
((Open for planned or unplanned kisses as well as just bothering over the journals. ♥ ))