[ He's got the glasses out and the carton of the eggnog halfway open by the time Locus enters the kitchen. There's a plate of Christmas cookies—bought, obviously, he doesn't want to kill them both with his terrible baking—wrapped in plastic near the glasses. Cookies and eggnog are a necessary part of Christmas decorating, the TV told him. So are gingerbread houses, but he has no idea what the fuck that's about and hasn't tried to tackle it yet.
At the sound of Locus' voice, Felix glances over his shoulder. His eyebrows lift, slightly surprised by the request to help, but he isn't about to say no. ]
Yeah, sure.
[ Setting the carton down, he steps to the side, twists around, and vaults up onto the counter. It'll just be easier to do it if he's sitting up higher. Felix leans sideways to reach the sink, snags a paper towel, and wets it. As he straightens, he grabs the hand soap. ]
Come here. [ Spreading his legs so Locus can lean against the counter, Felix gestures toward the space between them. It's all very professional for once, no inappropriate looks or comments offered. ] And turn around.
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At the sound of Locus' voice, Felix glances over his shoulder. His eyebrows lift, slightly surprised by the request to help, but he isn't about to say no. ]
Yeah, sure.
[ Setting the carton down, he steps to the side, twists around, and vaults up onto the counter. It'll just be easier to do it if he's sitting up higher. Felix leans sideways to reach the sink, snags a paper towel, and wets it. As he straightens, he grabs the hand soap. ]
Come here. [ Spreading his legs so Locus can lean against the counter, Felix gestures toward the space between them. It's all very professional for once, no inappropriate looks or comments offered. ] And turn around.