[ Who knew Christmas trees were so fucking hard? Everyone's got one. Hell, a lot of people have more than one! But there's all this stuff about quality and dimensions and the kinds of needles and tree skirts and tree stands. How anyone ever figured all this shit out, Felix doesn't know. It's a minor miracle they get the damn thing into the house and set up. Especially after the discovery of the critical role a tree stand plays in the proceedings.
Felix isn't completely useless during the Christmas Tree Battle of 2015. ( Or is it 2016? He can't remember. ) He gets in there to position the stand while Locus fights to hold the tree up and straight. He puts water in the thing afterward and then divests them both of the bugs that fell out of the tree while they were struggling with it. And he's even volunteered to vacuum, once he realized how much of a fucking mess trees make.
None of this was on the TV shows he'd watched earlier. ]
I don't know. [ Felix eyes the pile of decorations and lights he bought earlier, then shifts his gaze to the tree. ] We might? Maybe? [ Maybe not. ] We can go out to that all-night megastore thing once we're done and pick up more shit if we need it?
[ By then, maybe the crowds will be nonexistent and the experience won't be as aggravating. Felix glances at Locus, then gets stuck in some mental feedback loop where he keeps trying to look away and can't quite manage it. Locus looks like he fought the tree and lost. There's a hunk of hair doing gravity-defying feats at the back of his head that suggests the involvement of tree sap and it shouldn't be attractive or entertaining, but it is and Felix can't stand himself for the stupid way it makes him feel to see it. ]
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Felix isn't completely useless during the Christmas Tree Battle of 2015. ( Or is it 2016? He can't remember. ) He gets in there to position the stand while Locus fights to hold the tree up and straight. He puts water in the thing afterward and then divests them both of the bugs that fell out of the tree while they were struggling with it. And he's even volunteered to vacuum, once he realized how much of a fucking mess trees make.
None of this was on the TV shows he'd watched earlier. ]
I don't know. [ Felix eyes the pile of decorations and lights he bought earlier, then shifts his gaze to the tree. ] We might? Maybe? [ Maybe not. ] We can go out to that all-night megastore thing once we're done and pick up more shit if we need it?
[ By then, maybe the crowds will be nonexistent and the experience won't be as aggravating. Felix glances at Locus, then gets stuck in some mental feedback loop where he keeps trying to look away and can't quite manage it. Locus looks like he fought the tree and lost. There's a hunk of hair doing gravity-defying feats at the back of his head that suggests the involvement of tree sap and it shouldn't be attractive or entertaining, but it is and Felix can't stand himself for the stupid way it makes him feel to see it. ]
I mean, so far so good...