The location isn't bad and some of the restaurants sell something that passes itself for hot chocolate, some of the ships he visited for gift-giving are decorated with little lights and handmade christmas trees. it seems that, despite the circumstances, people seem to have done a lot to create a fitting atmosphere for the holiday. having left with a pile of presents to distribute, he returns with his own, a batch of red and white twinkle lights and a rather good mood. Lights are hung and presents are put neatly on his bedside table, he's quite ready to look for Christmas songs on the communicator's database when he notices he might have forgotten one.
no card, well that just can't be but as much as he goes through his things, he can't seem to find one that has been misplaced. frowning, he unwraps it. it takes a moment or two of curious flipping of pages before he smiles and places it at the top of the pile.
reaching beneath the bed, he fishes out a box wrapped in paper - with the lack of wrappings he had taken to draw a pattern on his own, this one is white with pale blue snowflakes - and goes to knock on her door.
they might not teach people in Britain the art of trading presents but he refuses to let her get away with getting hers the traditional way. ]
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Date: 2016-12-23 06:04 pm (UTC)The location isn't bad and some of the restaurants sell something that passes itself for hot chocolate, some of the ships he visited for gift-giving are decorated with little lights and handmade christmas trees. it seems that, despite the circumstances, people seem to have done a lot to create a fitting atmosphere for the holiday. having left with a pile of presents to distribute, he returns with his own, a batch of red and white twinkle lights and a rather good mood. Lights are hung and presents are put neatly on his bedside table, he's quite ready to look for Christmas songs on the communicator's database when he notices he might have forgotten one.
no card, well that just can't be but as much as he goes through his things, he can't seem to find one that has been misplaced. frowning, he unwraps it. it takes a moment or two of curious flipping of pages before he smiles and places it at the top of the pile.
reaching beneath the bed, he fishes out a box wrapped in paper - with the lack of wrappings he had taken to draw a pattern on his own, this one is white with pale blue snowflakes - and goes to knock on her door.
they might not teach people in Britain the art of trading presents but he refuses to let her get away with getting hers the traditional way. ]