[For Chris] Presents

[moraldyslexic]

On Sunday morning, Lennox wasn't expecting things to be any different than they'd been the day before. For awhile now, he'd been preparing for the snow to disappear, but it wouldn't be such a big deal when it did because he was expecting it. It wouldn't be such a big deal because they had the rink now, too. The rink made dealing with the loss of

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[chris_cutter]

Chris only responded with a grunt at first, a soft, sleepy sound before he rolled onto his side and unconsciously curled up closer to Lennox, an arm slinging over his waist.

"Warm," was all he said because he was. Almost too warm. And it was a different kind of warm from being covered in blankets, something a lot more fundamental that in his sleepy state, he couldn't quite put his finger on.

[moraldyslexic]

"Yeaaah," Lennox agreed, the word drawn out long and slow as he lifted the bottle of Moosehead beer up off the floor and shifted it into his lap. There was a folded up note taped to the bottle cap and he stared at it for a long moment.

"I think the snow is gone," he said finally. "And there's a bottle of beer here with a note that has my name on it." The last time this had happened they'd ended up with a rink and a generator.

[chris_cutter]

His eyes slowly opened at that, peeking open and landing on Lennox before shifting to notice the bottle in his hands.

Frowning slightly, he lifted a hand to touch the note attached to the bottle and then shifted his weight some, suddenly growing more awake. "Is there one for me?" he asked, remembering back to the year before. There'd been a note for both of them and then there'd been the rink and a generator.

[moraldyslexic]

"Um..."

Lennox looked up then, the bottle of beer still in his hands, the note unread, and his eyes widened as he stared out at the hut. It was a hut again, no more cabin, and it was suddenly, hugely crowded.

"Chris, get up," he said, still staring out at the hut. This was insane, it was crazy. It was really freaking awesome.