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"Mm," agreeing but a step detached as he decides how much he wants to share. He isn't sure how much Chuck saw in the drift but Raleigh's thoughts weren't stable at the time and his childhood wasn't at the forefront of his memories.

"Yeah. He was. Is? I have no idea if he's even alive. He bailed on us after my mom died.. had a whole..secret family in another country.. which was awesome." Dripping in sarcasm.

"Took our sister but us? Nah."

Chuck saw more immediate shit. He'd need a good drift, regularly, to pick Raleigh's brain apart.

"Jesus. What a winner."

Probably best you don't. Nobody needs that much shit.

Another snort.

"Ayup," pop on the p. He doesn't have much else to say about Richard Becket. There are a few very strong memories. Soggy sandwiches and hard candies on a busy construction site. Very few words and that day he left..

"Whatever, his loss. Didn't need him anyway." Moving on. Raleigh peers through the middle of an orange piece for a second, studying the light of the fire. It looks like stained glass.

"I saved the world." Without a father. Fuck him.

Chuck glances over at Raleigh, shifting a little and ignoring the stab of pain it causes to drape an arm around his shoulders, dragging Raleigh in to press his lips against the other Ranger's temple.

"Yeah, love. You did."

"We did," he corrects himself, leaning into Chuck and tilting his head. The affection is nice.

Anyway, this is supposed to be a nice Christmas thing for them, not a surly pity party about his shitty father.

Turning his face, Raleigh steals a kiss, mindful not to press into Chuck too much and hurt him.

He was gonna give you that one and not correct you, because it seems like Raleigh needed it. But he smiles under the correction, and leans into the little kiss, returning it soft and sweet.

"And here we are, decorating with little oranges. Aint that somethin'."

Chuck had the opportunity and didn't. Raleigh hears it between the lines.

"Kinda domestic," breaking the kiss and looking up at him, head falling to lay on Chuck's shoulder. Orange slice still in his hands.

"Very domestic." He brushes noses with Raleigh', then reaches for the orange.

He's gonna bite it.

"Chuck!" Taken by surprise.

Those are dried what are you doing?!

Raleigh is jammed between slapping him off and jerking back- which means he does neither and just explodes into laughter.

"Bahaha! D-did that taste good?!"

Still an orange slice. Not like Raleigh sprayed it with formaldehyde or something.

"Chewy," he says, licking his lips a little, and pulling a face. "Bitter. But I bet if you added sugar it'd be alright."

He laughs some more, turning over the slice which now resembles a crescent moon more than anything.

Fuck it, he still adds the string and gets up to make a point of it being the first slice hung on the tree. Pride of place right at the front.

"I think you can do that. Candy orange peels. Maybe we should try," as he comes to sit back down and start again.

"You can't eat all our decorations you savage."

The bitterness in his mouth is worth the sound of Raleigh's laugh. He watches Raleigh hang it, smile pulling at his lips as he picks up another piece.

"I'll try not too. But we should definitely try."

"mm, well I'll get some more next time I go to the store," eyeing his companion as they work, not convinced Chuck won't try to eat another one.

He doesn't have high hopes for the popcorn stringing.

"If we don't get snowed in, that is."

Because the weather is certainly getting worse and he wouldn't put a blizzard past Julia Sodder.

You should have zero hopes for the popcorn stringing. They'll be lucky to get one strand.

"It's possible. It's certainly comin' down, innit?"

It's awfully damn cold.

Well. Eating them is half the fun he guesses but he'll try to put chuck off by moving the fresh cranberries slightly closer so he takes one of those two. Learn you the hard way.

"Yeah.. good thing we're pretty stocked up."

Sure, he's used to bitter, freezing Alaskan winters but he doesn't like them. He is always, always cold and it's miserable.

As if to illustrate this he pulls a throw off the back of the couch and into his lap.

Ooh, berries. He'll go for those.

"Yeah. I've been adding shit to our inventory. In both places, in case we get trapped in one place or the other."

He knows how you are - he's made sure he added to them.

Raleigh nods, eyeing their supplies as he works, waiting for Chuck to go for what will be a bullet of sharp-sour exploding in his mouth.

"That's a good idea. Cellar's full'a wood. I've been thinking about digging an escape tunnel out.. just in case we ever need."

"You're really going all apocalypse. aren't you."

But he's listening, it's not something to be dismissed.

"Well. Can't hurt to put one in both houses."

Raleigh would say it was Herc who gave him the idea but given everything that's happened this mod month he doesn't speak the man's name.

Raleigh nods, though. He is. Kinda. Then again this feels pretty apocalyptic.

"Come out somewhere in the woods.. get out of the house if something breaks in."

Yeah that's a good idea.

"It's not a bad idea. We should do that soon...if we can. Grounds probably pretty frozen."

Happened this month*

"Yeah, I was thinking about that. Maybe asking someone with, I dunno. Some kind of magic? Help us out?"

Though it almost feels like cheating and he doesn't mind the hard work.

Meh. Chuck doesn't either but if he doesn't have to break his back, he wont.

"Maybe, yeah. There's apparently a guy running around with a flamethrower. Maybe he can thaw it or something."

Raleigh raises an eyebrow. Well that sounds cool as hell.

But that gives him an idea.

"My friend Mako has fire powers. I wonder if he could do the same..." Musing aloud.

"Actually I think he said his brother can control the earth. Maybe he could just.. make a tunnel form."

"Wu's Mako? Who's his brother? How many of them are here?"

Jesus.

"No idea, but yeah, Wu's Mako. I think he said his name was Bolin? But I haven't met him."

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ive lost all sense of when this actually takes place fuckit

Nobody knows anymore. Mid Dec?

uuuh suuure

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