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- >life's a beach
- >you're the boy
- >after returning home from the donut shop, you batten down the hatches and prepare for the worst
- >you got your cocoas all lined up
- >you got your hot sammies
- >lotsa food to nuke
- >lotsa food to bake in the oven
- >lotsa pop
- >lotsa assorted snacks
- >getting ready to curl up in front of the TV when your bathroom door opens
- Connie trots into the room, giving you a cheerful grin. "Good news;" she says, beaming. "The cartilage wasn't completely broken," she runs her finger down the bridge of her purple, bandaged nose, "so I was able to snap everything back into place without much trouble." Smiling, she adds "And I only had to use two rolls of toilet paper to stop the bleeding." She's changed out of her jacket, wearing a long-sleeved sweater. "I hung up my jacket on the bar where your shower curtains are; the blood came out a lot easier than I thought, but it's still kinda wet."
- >good for you kid
- >sit down
- >shut up
- >you zip up your warm winter jacket, hunker down on the floor with a few heavy blankets and get started with "Santa's Revenge"
- >Connie marches over and plops down between your legs, leaning back into you
- >say honey could you fuck off right quick
- >she smiles, handing you a Christmas edition Dr. Thunder before cracking one open for herself
- >guess you forgot to grab one before you sat down
- >w/e
- >you let how oddly physical she just became slide and get immersed in your snackathon
- "I didn't know they made Christmas slasher flicks." murmurs Connie, rolling her head back to look at you while she loudly drinks her soda.
- >yep
- >they're more campy than the rest without going too far
- >the one about Valentine's Day is still probably the best though
- Connie "hmmms" as she stares at you, taking another obnoxious sip of delicious, pine-tinged Dr. Thunder. "Do you wanna decorate the inside after this?"
- >nah
- >I only have like two inside decorations so I just save those for last
- "...two?" she says with a look of disappointment.
- >yup
- >two
- >mini-tree with ornies
- >crackers of the nut variety
- >just two
- Connie scoffs, "That's more than two, you know." She angrily slurps up her Dr. Thunder; "That's only, like, two categories!"
- >still two
- >Connie's fuming but you don't care
- >drink sardonically
- >I mean I don't know how you drink like that but the grief is good
- >suddenly cold hands
- "Suddenly, cold hands!" cries Connie, mashing her palms against your cheeks and making you jump.
- >you lil fuckin shit
- >spring up
- >Connie springs up as well, grinning mischievously before turning to run
- >too late
- >grab her leg
- >give it a good yank
- >she hits the ground pretty hard
- >ruh roh
- >kneel down to see if you actually wound up killing her
- >roll her over onto her back
- >cold hands
- "Ha!" she exclaims, "Gotcha!"
- >fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck you
- >initiate grapple
- >Connie's cigarette-like physique lets her slip through your beach bruisers pretty swiftly
- "COLD HANDS!"
- >block
- >counter cold hands
- >Connie shrieks and starts thrashing
- >knee to the gut leaves you open and she quickly seizes the moment
- >latches on
- >rolls you over
- >proceeds to initiate cold hands on your cheeks
- >yeah nah it ain't goin' down like that
- >grab her ribs
- >pull yourself up
- >keep going until she falls back and you fall forward
- >pin her hands above her head
- >Connie still eyes you defiantly right up until you grab your somehow un-spilled can of soda
- >condensation is taking place so combined with the freezing aluminum is the cold water on the outside of the can
- "You-!" gasps Connie, briefly struggling. "You wouldn't!"
- >would
- >cold hand
- >wet hand
- >right on the neck
- "Kyaaaaa!" Connie cries out, kicking and shrieking. "You win! You win!"
- >and don't you forget it you lil shit
- >release her wrists and start sitting up
- "Cold hands!"
- >you topple back from the sudden attack and she lunges
- >instead of going in for the kill like you expected, she just smiles over you before boop'ing you with the tip of her nose
- "All this roughhousing is great!" she says, leaning up and putting her weight right where it shouldn't be; "Our body temperature should stay high for awhile now."
- >y-yep
- >say why don't you go find my lil tree
- >be careful with it though I'll fuck you up if you bust it
- >Connie bounds off, giving you enough time to chug the rest of your soda and stuff an ice pack in your boxerbriefs
- "Found it!" she calls, slowly bringing over an ancient cardboard box. The box is so worn and warped with age that most of the graphics have been completely obscured. "Should I set it up on the table?"
- >yeah
- >decorations should be in there too so be careful
- >sure enough, the stained plastics containing the deckies slides out first
- >Connie's quick enough to stop it from clattering onto the table and slowly sets it to the side
- >out next comes the fake tree
- >it's twisted
- >it's bristly
- >but with a few yanks and tweaks it's as good as newish
- >seeing the tree in all its tired glory causes you to feel...
- >different
- >you stare at it for a few moments before slipping away to fetch your nutcrackers
- >you head over to the closet you keep inside your closet and the closet you keep inside that
- >the musty little room that never sees the light of day is dry and dusty
- >you've got various, precious keepsakes in there but swallow the lump in your throat to grab your little wooden sentries
- >when you head back out, Connie's gaze meets yours almost immediately
- >she's got the tree mostly decorated, but you notice she's left you the non-generic stuff to put up yourself
- >set the box of winter soldiers down by your futon and head on over to finish decorating the tree
- "...you've had all this stuff for awhile, huh?" murmurs Connie, looking up at you with her big ol' eyes.
- >yup
- >hang up a few of the old, handmade stuff you put together as a kid
- >a plastic ball filled with brown paint because you just threw all the colors together
- >one of those thick popsicle sticks the doctors press on your tongue that you painted white and glued a few buttons and flavors to to make it a snowman
- >put up some of the stuff your parents bought/left you
- >feel your eyes starting to moisten, so you blame it on the dust in the closet
- >Connie doesn't say much and keeps handing you ornaments
- >a small, stuffed star
- >various things that are far too heavy for the little tree's upper branches
- >a small, cracked Santa and a few other knicked ornies
- >finally, a rusted beach glass charm
- >you take a step back and look things over before reaching in the box and pulling out an old, circular mat adorned with cheesy, big-eyed Christmas critters like the ones you'd see in a baby's room
- >set it around the tree's base
- >stare
- >the nostalgia welling up in your tear ducts is broken for a moment when you feel a cold hand slip into yours and a head leaning into your shoulder
- >...
- >...
- >...
- >alright
- >let's start setting up the boys
- * * *
- >your nutcrackers are set up all over the house
- >for a short time each year, they stand vigilant
- >swords and bristly beards a the ready
- >you and Connie are back on the floor, wrapped up in a blanket
- >Connie's gone and pulled your arms around her and you're too sappy to contest it
- >she presses her cheek against yours, hanging on every word as you tell her all about your Christmases of yesteryear
- >after awhile, things quite down and you're content with passively cuddling while you watch teenagers get gored by reindeer
- "Hey, um..." squeaks Connie, looking back at you. "It's been awhile since we've done something like this, you know?"
- >yeah I haven't gone this long without punching you in the face in forever
- Connie chuckles halfheartedly; "Yeah..." She smiles up at you, eyes twinkling. "It's nice, you know?"
- >I know sport
- >dig your chin into her shoulder to break the tension
- >you notice Connie's staring at you with a peculiar expression
- >suddenly, full body contact
- >Connie's bony little body is pressed up against you
- >her bony little arms are wrapped around you pretty tightly
- >and you're pretty sure you feel something wet on your neck
- >hoverhand for a moment before giving her an awkward pat on the back
- >Connie draws back, wide-eyed and flushed
- >say uh connie
- >why don't I get some water; it's getting a little toasty don't you think
- >to your horror, she closes her eyes and quickly draws forward
- >eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek
- >suddenly, pounding on the door
- >EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
- "Beach Boy? Connie?" calls a familiar voice. You turn in horror just in time to see your deadbolt unlock. Your door opens for a split second, and the figure who stepped inside quickly slams it shut, locking it up and putting everything back in order. Shedding their snow-soaked coat, they turn to face you. They look at Connie first, then back at you before scowling. "Well," they muse, "it appears as if I interrupted something."
- Connie swallows hard before choking out, "Hi, mom."
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