Connor Safehouse, Christmas

[apocalypsesoon]

John had a small tree set up in the corner, festooned with lights and tinsel and dozens of glass ornament bulbs (less and less each day, as the bots decide to 'improve' the tree and break 'em), and a few boxes

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[apocalypsesoon]

John really hoped it was a hot elf. Or someone who wasn't a time-traveling cyborg.

"Tori!" He opened the door after peeking through the peephole. "What're you doing here? Come in!"

[apocalypsesoon]

Indeedy not!

"Merry Christmas! Dude. Had no idea you were in the neighborhood." He received the gift, shaking it slightly. "Um. I've half-wrapped yours. Stupid tape dispensor." John glared at the tape dispenser... which was currently attached to a Dingbot mummified in Scotch tape products and taped to said dispenser. "Here. Hope you can use it, and not ever have to."

[death_of_hope]

In the cab on the way over, Anemone had kept fussing with her hair until the driver laughing proclaimed her the cutest present he was delivering that night.

Now she was standing on John's doorstep, bag next to her (with Gulliver hiding quietly inside), and still fiddling with that damned mistletoe while she waited for him to answer the door. Next year she was just going to glue it to a headband and have done with it, rather than trying to pin it in her hair.

[apocalypsesoon]

"That had better be a skinnybutt," John muttered, from the way his Early Defence Warning System was chattering. Namely, how the Dingbots were squeeing.

He peered out the peephole and opened the door wide. "In! You! Hi!" His grin could have powered Portland.

[death_of_hope]

"Yes, me. Hi." She said, ducking inside. "What? Did you abandon full sentences for the holiday?"

[apocalypsesoon]

"YEs," he said. Hey, that was a full sentence. "Mistletoe?" Cheesygrin.