Backdated to December 25th

[mo_cara]

WHO: Gamzee Makara, Tavros Nitram
TONE: Playful, light
RATING: PG-13 for language
WHEN: Christmas day
WHERE: The Nitram family farm
WHAT: Gamzee goes to spend the day with his bro!
STATUS: On-going

It hadn't been very hard to convince his da to let him go to Tavros's for Christmas. The man never seemed to know what to do with Gamzee when he was there, anyway, and they opened presents on Christmas Eve. He did insist the boy be there for Christmas morning mass, but after that, he was free to go.

So after a ride from his da, a floo trip, and then a taxi, he arrived at the farm Tavros lived on with his mum, bearing presents, a rucksack, and an enormous grin, excited to see his friend. He'd stuck a reindeer antler headband on through his mess of curly black hair, and the little bells on it jingled as he jogged up to the house to knock on the door.

Comments

[mo_cara]

"Damn, you know the way right up into a motherfucker's pump biscuit!" Gamzee enthused. "You did some of that cookin' what's tickling my smell ducts so fine?"

[littlefairybull]

"Yeah. I've been cooking with Ma since I was small." He grins and starts to head back downstairs. "It's just a lot easier now, that I can walk again."

[mo_cara]

"That's pretty cool, that you got a mam what teaches you that stuff," Gamzee said, with a hint of sadness in his voice that was gone half a second later, as he trots down the stairs after Tavros. "You got to be telling me which ones you had your prongs in, so I can eat doubles of them!"

[littlefairybull]

He starts hobbling again once he gets downstairs where the other people are. They're starting to pull up seats around the dinner table, so they're just in time. "Haha, you should eat doubles, of the things you like the most. Not because of who made them."

[mo_cara]

Gamzee laughs, following close behind Tavros and resting his arms on the smaller boy's shoulders, matching his pace to his friend's. "Yeah, but brother, the things what you got your mitts on are made with love, right? And that be making everything taste wicked fine, and makes little Christmas miracles bubble up in my food sack! So they'll be the most delicious!"

Which all makes perfect sense to Gamzee, even if it sounds like idealistic nonsense to anyone else.