CHRISTMAS LETTERS, GO.

[halfcocked]

[this lovely winter evening, you might be drawn to the glow of garish pink Christmas lights twined through the . . . stalks . . . of what is obviously some corn trying very hard to be a Christmas tree. it's even wearing a cheap piney cologne. how desperate is that, seriously

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[doctorquincy]

. . . Rikuou?

[u_jerk]

.... it's from Es.

He's not dead.

[doctorquincy]

. . . That's good.

[u_jerk]

Yeah. For now.

[doctorquincy]

[. . . rests a hand on his arm]

[u_jerk]

[he's still looking at the painting]

[doctorquincy]

He's very talented.

[u_jerk]

Yeah. But he doesn't get it.

[doctorquincy]

[nods]

[u_jerk]

[..... grabbing for his hand]

[doctorquincy]

[. . . closes his fingers over Rikuou's]

[u_jerk]

.... have I ever told you I'm really fucking glad we're from the same place?

[doctorquincy]

Not in those exact words, but yes.

[u_jerk]

... good enough.

[doctorquincy]

Mm.

[u_jerk]

... can I keep it at your place?