#temporary thread

Admittedly, most of the things to be tolerated at Christmas were stupid, expensive, and without any kind of logical explanation. Or in the case of Pascal, trying to ignore the looks that seemed to have nothing better to do than to look - stalk -  at that curious couple with pecular dynamics who were under the mistletoe. Letting out a frustrated grunt at feeling like a carnival monkey. "They’re lucky you're here, otherwise I would have kicked them back into the hole they came from." The man rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around Lil's waist to narrow the distance. A tender gesture that could rarely be observed in public. "I want to kiss you, but not because of a stupid tradition but because I really want to." The cheeks were already turning red, although it was a mixture of the cold of the street and that shyness that always appeared when it was time to be intimate. Gosh, he was a total mess with this kind of stuff and was sure that Lil would make fun of this at some point. That doesn't really bother him too much. "Just closed your eyes. It'll be more magical, probably." And hopefully this wouldn't end with a blind head butt, it wouldn't be the first time but that wasn't the important issue. His forehead leaned against hers gently, enjoying that quality connection before placing a sweet kiss on the woman’s lips, parting a few seconds later so as not to be too clingy. "Don't give me that look! I'm still new to this."  @devillelil

An eyebrow was raised at that question, almost internally debating if it was a trick question or had to be totally honest with the opinion about that way of wearing those shiny clothes that almost burned the retina of the eyes with so much Christmas decoration. "Are you sure that you want me to reply that with honesty?" The cheek was bitten internally, almost as a personal warning that one had to take things slowly and not be too critical of that display of colors and glitter that for some reason seemed to enchant that woman. "You look like a shiny Christmas representation with legs, that is to say, you can see that you really like this time." Those words were the kindest thing to say at the moment, offering almost an apologetic expression but preferring to remain neutral. Pascal wasn't that kind of guy who loved the holidays and even less all the stress that came with Christmas, drifting from taking final exams to spending long hours in queues just to buy gifts. In addition to the constant Christmas carols that were heard at all hours. The cheek was rubbed lazily, as if just thinking about it took away the energy. "Anyway, you still look good." @mabelgrl

Blinking in shock at that unexpected cry, the eyes darted a glance at the newcomer as the chest rose up and down as if a heart attack had occurred. "I really need to put a lock on the door." The fingers massaged the temples, letting out a somewhat tired sigh as the heartbeat returned to normal. No matter the years, he would never get used to the way Flynn found the way to introduce himself like this suddenly to say something. Sometimes a phone call or a message wouldn’t be too bad, or maybe that grumpy spirit was due to having slept little the night before when watching online tutorials on how to wrap gifts. "Merry Christmas to you too. We still have a few days left though and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't refer to me that way, Flynn." Even if the words sounded serious, the tousled hair and the gesture to hide a smile almost gave away that he was actually pleased to have been included in it. "Really? Well that's sweet that you got me and who knows who stuff. Guess we are in a deep debt with you." Truly, he got a present for that guy too but he won't tell him until christmas arrive, that way ws more gratifying to see one of  his best friend's surprised face. "Can I ask for a clue of what you got?" @theflynnriders

It would be a lie to say that Pascal was delighted with the idea of ​​not only having to wear a hideous piece of clothing that for some reason had become fashionable, but also having to share that ugly sweater with one that matched Billy's. "Thank you, but why?" The therapy was helping to control the impulsive temperament but not to know how to react against such a display of... whatever that was. He doesn't know if he should try it in front of this guy with tons of energy, burn it as soon as he gets to the bedroom or otherwise keep it just as a courtesy regardless of whether he ever put it on. "It's very kind of you, Billy Boy, but you shouldn't spend your money in me." Realizing that those words could sound incredibly rude, the man rolled his eyes hiding a growl and put on without turning the sweater that his 'friend' had taken the trouble to give him. At least it was warm and comfortable. Plus point. A chill ran through his mind as he heard the unmistakable sound of a 'click' turning his head to see Billy holding the phone pointed at him and typing something in a hurry. "Delete that now." It may have been from surprise or being caught off guard, but Pascal didn't even try to move to avoid it all. Cheeks turning broken at the possibility of who could be receiving that shameful proof that showed that a guy like him now owned a Christmas sweater. "Please tell me you didn't send it to Flynn, Rapunzel or ..." Just mentioning the other person made his heart hurt. "Oh no, don't tell me you took another of these for Riley so we three can go together and sing christmas carols door to door. I’ll refuse. Not gonna happen" @bingbongbilly