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“They’re pretty in moderation,” Avery nodded. She quirked her brow, “Yeah, ‘sometimes’ is generous.”

"Can't argue with you there." He chuckled, shaking his head. "I keep telling Wyatt not to bother with gifts, but he won't listen."

“The twenty first, but I’m not sure I’m even excited to go back,” Sabrina replied with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “And I don’t know, you could be faking and live off ramen five days a week.”

"Why not?" He asked, before glancing up at her. "Sorry - I said I wouldn't ask." Gunnar chuckled, reaching out to take his Tupperware back, pausing as he dished it out and scoffing. "I'm literally about to eat a home cooked meal - what more proof do you want?"

“Oh… Oh!” she repeated, realisation suddenly dawning on her as her eyes widened in shock. Kinsey wouldn’t have, would she? She hadn’t known the girl long enough for her to try to set her up with a friend, surely. But then, what little she did know was that Kinsey, she was certainly more impulsive than herself. “Elizabeth, or Lizzie, if you prefer,” shaking his hand before gesturing to the chair opposite her. “I got a text this morning too, although for some reason she didn’t seem to mention it was a group meeting. Do you think she’ll actually show up?”

"Very nice to meet you, Elizabeth." He smiled softly at her, despite the fact that he was nearly boiling with frustration. He sat after a moments hesitation. The girl seemed nice enough, but didn't want to be here - although he felt bad leaving her totally stood up, she had made the trip after all. "I'm pretty certain she won't, no." Gunnar grimaced, shaking his head. "Kinsey and I have.... been down this road before. How do you two know each other?"

Kinsey: The guy I woke up next to. 

Kinsey: The editor.  The one that brought me hot chocolate at the winter festival.

Kinsey rolled her eyes at both boys in front of them. “It is possible to be friends with the opposite sex you twats.” Kinsey said, downing more of her beer as Sam started in again. “Yes, but is it though? You two are telling me you’ve never thought of doing each other.” 

Kinsey made a gagging face. “Gross, never.” 

“Then prove it. Kiss him.” Sam gouded, knowing he could poke her buttons. 

“Seriously? Are we fifteen again?” Kinsey said, pushing herself up and over. She grabbed Gunnars face and kissed him before pulling a face and looking at Sam. “There, See? Nothing. Right Gunnar?” Kinsey asked as he flopped backwards once more.

If he was uncomfortable before, it was nothing compared to how he felt as she leaned into him. He knew what was coming - it wasn't hard to tell - but he was rooted to the spot, helpless to stop it, she was moving too fast. Surely, she wouldn't - but then she did, and he had nowhere to go. Kinsey was gone as soon as she'd come, and he grimaced, wiping his lips on his sleeve instinctually and leaning away from her. "What the fuck?" Gunnar grumbled, barely aware of what Sam and Kinsey were talking about. He took a long drink of his beer, trying to get the taste of her off his lips. "Yeah, let's never do that again."

“How have you been?” she questioned. “Care to grab a hot chocolate with me? We can catch up.”

"Hot chocolate sounds great, yeah." He agreed easily, never one to pass up on a quieter atmosphere. "It's been good, I managed to get a spot with the Wizengamot, actually. Not on it, not yet, but maybe soon."

Mercy laughed. “You seriously know the name of your mailman?”

"The one at work, yeah. I see the guy like every day, it'd be rude not to remember his name."

Matt looked at Royce as he slipped. “Ha, yeah, Royce is pretty bad at skating. It’s hilarious.”

"Is there anything Royce is good at?" He asked lazily, eyes trailing the people as they skated. It could be fun, he supposed, with the right person. But he somehow doubted Sabrina or Wyatt would be the right person.

“Kind of,” Avery shrugged. “It’s certainly annoying. I don’t see the point in doing it all just for the sake of one day.”

"I do like the lights, when they're not in your face. The way they shine on the snow is almost ethereal." Gunnar shrugged, glancing around. "But I think the spirit of the holiday is lost sometimes."

“How’d you end up so… not superficial? I half expect you to tell me you’re off to one of them ‘ommmm’ things,” he replied, pinching his fingers together as he mocked meditation.

"I am not off to meditate." He tutted, shaking his head as he swiped at his hand in an attempt to make him stop. "I just don't see the point of collecting a bunch of possessions you're never going to use."

Kinsey: Okay, that sounds like me. 

Kinsey: It wasn’t Gabs drink was it?

The shadow looming over her stole her attention away from the novel in her hands, curiosity brimming as she knew damn well Kinsey wouldn’t have made it to the table without starting a conversation on the way. So when a man’s voice broke the silence she found herself even more confused than before. “Is she not coming?” Lizzie frowned, glancing at her phone to make sure she hadn’t missed a text. “Is she ok? Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude but who are you?”

"I mean, I haven't talked to her but I'm assuming no." He went on skeptically, sighing and running a hand through his hair as he glanced around once more. It was an awfully big coincidence that Kinsey had invited both of them here, not said anything, and then didn't manage to come herself. No, this was intentional. And he'd kill her for it. "Huh? Oh, sorry, sorry - Gunnar." He held his hand out for her, a polite smile playing across his features. "Kinsey's friend. She texted me this morning to meet her here."

“You’re seriously watching documentaries?” Sabrina asked with raised eyebrows. “What kind?” She then nodded. “Yeah, I’m hungry, have anything in the house are do you live off ramen now that you’re out of the house?”

"Yes, I am seriously watching documentaries." Gunnar chuckled once, rolling his eyes as he opened the fridge and grabbed a container. "They're historical, and no, I'm not living off ramen. I'm not Wyatt. I made chicken last night - here." He handed her the Tupperware, reaching for two plates before padding back toward the living room and pausing his show. "When does school start?"

Sabrina smiled a little when Gunnar opened the door. “Can I stay with you tonight? Mom and Dad won’t leave me alone because apparently they want me to talk to them. You know, whatever that means. You’ll be the best brother ever.”

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“I’m already the best brother ever.” Gunnar replied with an easy smile, kicking the door open further and letting her in before closing it once more behind her and making his way to the kitchen. “I won’t even make you talk to me, we can just sit in silence until my documentaries make your eyes bleed.” He chuckled. “Are you hungry?”

Kinsey: Should have read the fine print. :P :* Eleven. Bearclaw.

Kinsey: Also do you happen to remember why I took my contacts out?