"Have a holly, jolly Christmas..."

[maxwellian.livejournal.com]

Tree-picking had turned out a success, not that it was ever anything but. Duo won the unfortunate duty of preparing the living room for the arrival of the tree, so he was the first back to the house. Everyone else was going to be arriving sometime the next day, tree and other miscellaneous purchases in tow. One of his favorite songs was on the radio, which was the only reason he could name that he didn't notice his three friends waiting on the lawn.

He pulled into the driveway and stopped the car, still nodding his head to the radio. Another thirty seconds and he'd turn the car off (assuming the dj didn't pick another good one to follow this one), besides, why hurry? He could get everything done in the few hours tomorrow before the old man and everyone else showed up.

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[selfdetonation.livejournal.com]

"That was more than a little, Duo," Heero corrected, his voice in that dangerously quiet tone that only truly surfaced when Heero was trying so very hard not to yell, nevermind that the quiet tone was often more frightening than the yelling.