#unionjackwolf

                 “No, no no nooooo- See, thing is, it’s not technically MY fault. I just sent a pair of socks as a joke then it just sort of caught on.” Jackie’s overly cozy living room is a frightening place at Christmas. He’d swear down that dancing Santa was staring at him if only out of experience. But his stare drifts from the mantle-piece  once he realises that he’s probably wrapped the gift he’s holding about three times, actually, and decides that he’s just going to put it in the bag with the finished ones. Aunt Mable can just have fun ripping four metres of wrapping paper off her new slippers for it is Christmas after all. “You alright?”

this stops when I’ve done 30

((Because they have the people hired and they've gotta give them something to do besides like... actually fixing the stuff that's broken. Urhg.))

"HEY IMAGINE THIS THING" "OH MY GOD........ LET'S DO IT"

He thinks about it, for a moment. "I don't look  at  her.  More  cover my eyes out of blind fear, most the time.  Because  I   might  be   well   over  a thousand years old  and have fought  wars  and  saved  planets  and  have seen sights that  will  be  burned into  my vision,  but...  I  can't  for one tiny second block  out the sun that is her.  Just sort  of  have  to  spin  around it  and hope  I don't  get burned  due to my own idiocy."