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YET ANOTHER PSL AU POST BECAUSE WE ARE MONSTERS.



LITERALLY.


Kinda the premise.

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[curriculum_fictae]

I mean, I hope to be affected by it, personally. That is the pount.

[eyediot]

It is. So let's find out.

[He's leaning a bit into his space watching the progress. The most annoying feral cat.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Excuse you, Jonah. Martin shoos him a bit. ]

Give me a moment.

[eyediot]

Fine, fine.

[Sitting back, looking around instead.]


....Diiiiid you need any help?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric makes a face, but the cork finally comes away with a pop. ]

Give me your glass.

[eyediot]

[Heh. He'll slide both glasses his direction.]

It was an honest offer.

[curriculum_fictae]

If you're any ruder, I won't give you your present.

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[eyediot]

I wasn't being rude!

[eyediot]

But... You. Got me a present?

[curriculum_fictae]

It's Christmas.

[eyediot]

[Like he definitely got Algric and Tim something, and a shared thing for the other twins, but...

Somehow the idea he was getting anything is a foreign thought.]

I-i see.

[curriculum_fictae]

Don't look so sad about it.

[ He hands Jonah a glass. ]

[eyediot]

Right.

[He'll take it, but he's still watching Algric a bit awed. He'll wait until Algric's ready so they can drink together.]

After you, then.

[curriculum_fictae]

Right, let's go sit on the couch then.

[ He leads Jonah back in that direction. Conveniently, it's next to the Christmas tree as well. ]

[eyediot]

[It sure is! Easy to see it all, he still finds himself a little distracted looking at everything. He helped put this together... A new kind of thought for him.]

Well... Cheers?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ And Algric is sitting there all warm and cheerful in his Christmas jumper, lit by the glow of the tree lights. ]

Cheers then.

[ He clinks Jonah's glass with his own and takes a sip. Not ... bad? Not bad at all. ]

[eyediot]

[He can't help watching that, soaking the image in. Lets it burn into his memory as easy as any of the horrors he's cataloged.

After a second, he'll sip his own, looking at the glass after with pleasant surprise on his face..]

Oh... I have expected to taste nothing.

[curriculum_fictae]

S-same. And it's still a bit faint, but ... mmm, definitely cider.

[eyediot]

Right, it's. A bit brilliant.

[He'll sip again, soaking up what little taste he can get.]

I miss that, you know? Tasting things? I don't know how Elias kept his.

[He does. He just hates the thought of it.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Probably blood sacrifice or something.

[ He reaches down towards the tree with his free hand. ]

[eyediot]

[Jonah watches him, sipping quietly and squeezing his free hand between them.]

Best not to think about it for now.

[curriculum_fictae]

I'd rather not, really.

[ He straightens back up ... and offers a wrapped package to Jonah. It's reasonably large, about three inches thick. ]

[eyediot]

Then let's n...ot....

[He sees it, eyes big as he takes it with both hands and just holds it.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Happy Christmas, Jonah.

[ Inside is a lovely soft green jumper, a size too large. There's a lump in the middle of it. ]

[eyediot]

[It is a lovely jumper. Though he can tell instantly it's too big and why. Still stuck on that...

He sees the lump though and purposefully blocks his Sight. Lifts up the jumper...?]