There's only one thing that kills me

[toocoolfor]

Character Names: toocoolfor, heterosexually, and augured
When: Christmas eve (probably technically Christmas)
Where: John and Rose's rooms
Summary: Dave got John and Rose presents that are better given in the privacy of their rooms.
Rating: PG-13 for language probably.
Warnings: Dave is actually a massive softie. And probably (definitely) makes his friends cry.

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[heterosexually]

John had pretty much instantly put on his tacky sweater from under the tree, and was curled up on his bed with a pillow held in his arms staring transfixed at his favorite movie playing on the old-style television in his room. He sort of liked the vintage feel to it, and the fact that he sometimes had to hit it with the heel of his hand to make it not buzz awkwardly. Con Air had appeared on his nightstand Christmas morning, wrapped neatly in plain blue paper with a red ribbon and his name in unfamiliar handwriting

[toocoolfor]

Dave had temporarily ignored the present he had received from their unknown benefactor, but that was largely because he knew the shape and figured it could wait. Whatever shitty sword he'd been gifted wasn't going anywhere.

Crooking an eyebrow over the top of his sunglasses, slipping his free hand into a pocket of his bright red skinny jeans, he snorted softly. A part of him wanted to say oh hell no. Another part had him shaking his head with a crooked little smile.

"Can't say I agree with that definition, but hey, why the hell not. It's Christmas, after all," he mused, lifting up the red-wrapped box. It was rounded, which had been a little tricky to wrap without it looking like shit (even ironically). "Speaking of. I've got somethin' else for you, too."

[heterosexually]

The younger of the two looked vaguely offended at first, but his face abruptly shifted into one of surprise and his mouth formed a nearly perfect O shape when Dave presented the strange rounded box. He blinked.

"What? Why'd you do that, dude, you totally didn't have to. Coming to watch movies with me is definitely enough, also this sweater is really comfy except for when I roll over and it starts singing," He moved back from the door to let Dave in, sort of boggling at him and the present. Geez, what was it with Dave and showering people with awesome stuff?

[toocoolfor]

"Bonus Christmas present for my best bro," Dave explained as he slipped in, shrugging a little. Despite how casual he was acting, he was actually feeling pretty anxious about the present and how John would react to it. "Couldn't resist, even with the kickass sweaters for you and Rose."

He reached to press the button on his own sweater to get it singing, crooked smile turning into a bit of a grin as Frosty the Snowman played in terrible midi format. It sort of made him feel a little more at ease, as he took in the ironic yet horrible thing he was wearing.

[augured]

Rose's sweater had been left in her closet, hanging next to one that had arrived with the remainder of her clothing that looked quite equally as obnoxious as the one Dave had graced her with. Her mother had given it to her a few years prior, and Rose had never worn it. Instead, it hung dutifully in her closet, as she couldn't imagine parting with it, despite what had been exceptional distaste for the sheer existence of her maternal figure.

But that didn't matter much, did it? Rose opted not to dwell on that thought, and certainly not on a holiday.

She had been planning on venturing out to deliver her presents at some point that evening, but had only just finished wrapping them when the knock came. Abandoning the pile of wrapping paper, bows, and ribbon on the floor, Rose stood to answer, not completely surprised by who stood there.

"I had not realized that Striders participated in such things as door-to-door caroling." A smirk tugs at her lips. "Or is it only for the irony?"

[toocoolfor]

"Always for the irony," Dave answers crisply and rather matter-of-factly, as though imitating Rose. But then he shrugs it off with the roll of a shoulder, and holds up the red-wrapped present he's brought to her. He debated for a moment wrapping it without a box, but decided against it last minute when he'd gotten to his own gift wrapping. "You could, of course, join me. I daresay that'd be the most ironic thing either of us has done."

He's a little anxious, but he does manage a smirk of his own that's the smallest of quirks. Honestly, there's no surprise that the sweater's not on her person like it was on John's. It'd definitely been a gag gift for her, just so he could see the look on her face before she stowed it away into her closet. But, hey, at least she'd deigned to keep it instead of toss it away.

Too bad whatever terrible song it had been destined to sing would go unsung forever more, but it was a victim of fashion.