It's gonna be a partaaaay-

[strategic_guile]

Date & Time: December 17th; All Day
Location: Blaine's new shack abode
Characters: Blaine Thorps + Apollo
Summary: Shenanigans. Horrible decorating, probably food, potentially sex, traumatizing roommates who come home, ect.
Warnings: Potty mouth and innuendo errwhere. Blaine and Apollo have a long list of warnings

Blaine had more or less plastered over, stopped up, repaired, or put a temporary patch on all the cracks and holes that had allowed an artic-like breeze to blow through the new place he'd found to stay. It was further out into the wilderness than he might have liked, but considering how the place was less than sound proof, it was probably better for everyone else who might have lived nearby. Except Gordon. The poor bastard was stuck, but that was his own fault. He'd agreed to keep being his roommate and for that the blonde was glad. He didn't actually want to live alone and probably shouldn't be trusted to.

And speaking of alone, the only reason he was currently without company was because Apollo was in transit. Christmas decorating was a thing that was happening because the place was too goddamn dreary. As much as he liked a natural look sometimes, there was too much brown, gray, and white. There was a banging on the door and he immediately went to the door and opened it.

"Welcome to my humble little shack~" he greeted, waving her and the giant dog in. "I hope you're ready to make it look fucking fabulous."

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[strategic_guile]

His eyes go back to normal and he gives her a playfully worried look as he answers. "If you say so..."

One of the pieces of tape is already losing it's fight with gravity, but Blaine doesn't draw attention to it. If the lights want to take themselves down, it's less work for him. Until she realizes and starts using three times as much tape to make them stay.

"Oh, we love convenience. If it can be done faster and easier, we'll find a way." He grins. "With a few exceptions."

His bundle of lights is now untangled and in a neat coil. He's working on another one and just putting all the random ornaments and decorations into organized piles before they get scattered around the house.

[irritating]

For now the failing tape escapes her notice, as she's too busy dragging her chair around to poorly tape the lights up in more places along the wall. It'd probably look alright where it was if she wasn't doing such a sloppy job, but alas.

"Folk where I'm from are startin' to get their shit together, but they still ain't matchin' up to you future folk." She gets to the end of that string of lights, so she hops down, goes back to where the box is - this time sitting herself down on the edge of the table itself rather than a chair - and pokes around for something new to play with. Pulling out a little reindeer ornament, she pauses and carefully inspects it. "The fuck's wrong with it's nose?"

[strategic_guile]

The blonde looked up at her while she perched on his table. It was a sturdy piece of furniture, as were his three chairs. He didn't want to have to buy those things again, so he had spent a lot on them, hence the reason he didn't have a couch or hardly any other things in the shack yet. Even his bed was more like a pallet. It was comfortable, but too low to the ground for his tastes.

"That's Rudolph," Blaine said with a laugh. "He has a song to go with it." Unprompted, he begins to sing the lyrics. He sings it on-key, but it's more of a comfortable sounding voice than bombastic and epically musical. When he says 'shiny nose' he reaches up to flick Apollo's.

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