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Merry Christmas, Dixie

A Victoria Beckham bag.

Two pairs of earrings.

Two pairs of necklaces.

And a bracelet. 

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Merry Christmas, Dixie.

A locket necklace

A necklace with a crystal shaped snowflake

A infinity scarf

A bunch of gingerbread man cake pops.

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It was cold. Cold enough that he was wearing a scarf  with his peacoat. Stealing the last few drags of his cigarette before going inside, he saw the tell-tale signs of last night's rainfall. Shallow pools of cold rainwater, the pavement a darker shade of it's usual grey. clouds still idled overhead, troubled, dark, and brooding. Koffin Kats played in his earbud, a bit much for the mood he was in, but good music was good music, and soon he found himself moving in time to the music.

His hand pulled the door to the cafe wide open, flicking the cigarette and slipping his hadphones out of his ears and into his pockets simultaneously. He made a beeline for the counter, cooly ignoring everyone. He didn't care about the  people in this bumfuck town, he wanted a coffee, and then to wander around until he found something interesting. He had a thick wad of cash in his pocket, and thumbed through the moneyclip while paying for his coffee. Black. No cream no sugar. Cos he wasn't a fucking child. He didn't understand starbucks. If it's not straight up coffee, it's a milkshake. Enough of these lattes and mochas and venti shit. People needed to grow up. He nodded his thanks as the lady handed him his steaming styrofoam cup, before clamping a lid on it and heading outside.

The bitter liquid warmed him up from the inside out, and he almost put his headbuds back in when someone bumped into him from behind. He scowled, barely saving his coffee from falling. Spinning around abruptly, he prepared a few insults from his repertoire to sling before realizing that he recognized who it was.

"Really? You following me Dixie?" it came out nicer than he had intended, indeed, what he had even said wasn't as callous and cold as he had meant it to be... Internally he grimaced. Was DP making him soft already? or... even worse... he dread the htought, was this GIRL making him soft?! 

He took another sip to cool his thoughts, he was probably just over thinking this way too much. And here he was on the brink of conversation, maybe he should pay her attention.

Posey crawled out of bed, wearing a shirt of Kuzco’s, and answered her door, not knowing who it was or why they were there. When she saw the rose and flowers, a brow arched slightly in confusion. Reading the letter and seeing that it was from Dixie, Posey tried her best to force some sort of smile out at the friendly gesture. Nothing. She was thankful for it, but her body refused to show any expression, for she was numb. grabbing the goodies, she closed her door and made her way to her bed. Passing by Wendy’s bed, she laid the box of chocolates down on her roommates mattress. Posey hadn’t been able to eat as of late, and although normally she would indulge, her body felt sick at the thought of consuming the sweets.