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[parodeity]

DAVE STRIDER

consider this your warning about stairs. itll just keep happening bro. im telling you man

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[windeity]

It's not nagging, dumbass. And noooo. I want to do Christmas things but I really like your hands. I'm not actually sleepy.

[parodeity]

I mean, you do realize we can pick this up whenever? I’m at your disposal for back rubs. [ it doesn’t bother him. ]

[windeity]

Later tonight then or we're not going to go anywhere and that would suck. [He turns though, carefully laying on his back and wrapping his arms around Dave's back and waist to pull him down a little.]

I'll try to ask more, okay?

[parodeity]

[ dave lets himself be pulled, but he braces himself on his hands so it’s not all the way. ]

Up to you. Do you want to do presents or breakfast or something, then?

[windeity]

[A slight frown but he says nothing about it.]

Presents and breakfast? Are you hungry at all?

[parodeity]

No. Do you plan to eat if I don’t? [ he is all about john eating?? ] But no I'm fine until like lunch maybe.

[windeity]

Maybe just some cereal. Christmas doesn't have to be a huge deal for breakfast, we can do lunch or something together instead. [Even if Dave isn't laying on him he's keeping his hands there, thumb rubbing a slow circle at his hip.] So presents, I guess.

[parodeity]

[ since he stopped the laying from occurring guess he’s just sitting on john. he’d worry more if he weighed more. ]

Cool. Did we hide any more presents for Mewpac?

[windeity]

I think there's one or two more presents under the tree for her. That's kind of like hiding them isn't it?

[parodeity]

...want to get up and do the christmas present time then? And then I will make you cereal. [ clearly high chef talents

he made john scrambled eggs once but hasn’t bothered since... ]

[windeity]

Not a bad idea. Am I playing Santa in the meantime? [He's working on sitting up at least.]

[parodeity]

Kinda feel like you’ll make fun of me if I ask any of the questions that immediately come to mind, so sure. [ is john letting dave dislodge first or is he just sitting up while dave is half sitting on him and half hovering how stupid is this ]

[windeity]

It's Christmas. I'm probably not going to make fun of you. [No he's definitely sitting up while Dave's half-sitting on him. John doesn't give a shit apparently.] What came to mind?

[parodeity]

[ john for fuck's sake. dave transfers his hands from the bed to john's shoulders so he doesn't lose his balance, but doesn't voice a complaint even if he has to shift to accommodate. ]

No way. I am not telling you. Maybe next year. What does playing Santa entail here, exactly? Are you going to sort the presents and hand them around?

[windeity]

Next year is like a year away. [Thanks John.] But yes, something like that. That's what Santa does, doesn't he? [And a Santa hat comes out of his sylladex and lands on his head.]

[parodeity]

You keep promising we'll be around that long. [ ...

there's an irritated groan at the hat though and he drops his head to hide in john's shoulder. that was. 100% what he was going to ask about. ]

[windeity]

[He doesn't comment on that, but he does laugh as soon as Dave hides his face. There's a shift as he kisses the top of his head even while still laughing to himself.]

Problem?

[parodeity]

I hate you. [ he doesn't, and sliding his hands off of john's shoulders to loop around his neck so he's hanging off him in a hug does not really support this supposed hate. ] What does this make me in this scenario, exactly?

[windeity]

[He's just giving him a stupidly fond look in response. That really doesn't support the hatred, Dave.]

Mrs. Claus, maybe? [He's snickering anyway.] Or a believer in magic. Take your pick.

[parodeity]

[ can't see his face if he hides it! foolproof. ]

You wish. But anyway. [ he pulls away and slides out of john's grip, feet hitting the floor as he goes to...feed mewpac because the kitten IMMEDIATELY believes that was the reason he got up. ]

[windeity]

[He's still laughing even as Dave leaves the bed, sitting up fully and stretching out, spine popping a little as he also slides out of bed. Mewpac gets Dave's attention while he goes to feed her, and John's busy heading for their tree to grab the presents to distribute. All of the gifts get tossed on the bed again without reading the tags and he settles, waiting for Dave to rejoin him.]

[parodeity]

[ let him pet the kitten for a second and then grab a second sweater to throw on. which ends up just being the candy cane suck it one over the top of his sleep sweater before he gets back on the bed and climbs over john so he can lean against the wall. ]

Okay, Santa, what first?

[windeity]

[He eyeballs the sweater before he shakes his head, Santa hat wobbling a little before he sorts out gifts.]

Uhhh. These ones are from me to you, and then these two are for Mewpac. [He hands over six packages to Dave. The ones for Dave are varying sizes: one envelope, one gift bag, one flat rectangular box, and one smaller box.]

[parodeity]

[ goddamnit john. ]

Let's open the Mewpac ones later, when she's like, not ignoring us. [ so he sets those aside? ] ...I assume we can just go back and forth so.

[ what's in the gift bag, i guess.

gifts from dave turn up one item for mewpac (to be set aside) and a small box, a weirdly misshapen lump of a present (with a bow), and a really ugly barney gift bag. ]

[windeity]

[Look.]

Yeah I have a feeling we are going to get ignored until she's done eating anyway. [He's obviously going to pick up the weird lump first and slowly start to poke at it while Dave takes the giftbag.

In said-gift bag is a book and a small red and black camera bag that seems to be made for both Dave's digital and his film camera.]

I know the sylladexes are a thing, but it kind of seemed like a "you" thing and it's easier to carry lenses and extra equipment in a bag instead of using up all of your slots.