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[bellabelgium]

[ It's growing darker and darker outside her window as the sun slowly starts to sink low behind the roofs of houses and beyond the horizon. It's cold out, she can see the trees almost looking as though they're shivering in the cold. Her garden hasn't been winterized either-- he's gonna kill her for that.

Or at least he would if he would get here already. She understands that he had an emergency meeting to attend to but he's LATE and the food is getting cold and the candles are gonna go out and she's getting more and more nervous about her gift for him and, well-- she can't remember the last time she was like this for Sinterklaas. ]

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JUST CASUALLY SCREAMS AT YOU

[handelaar]

[He's stuck on the train and he glares down the man beside him when his fingers tap-tap-taptaptaptapping against the armrest get too incessant for the guy's liking. Fuck off, man, you're real damn lucky he's not lighting his cigarette right here and now and blowing the worst of it in your goddamn lumpy face.



Okay, so maybe he's a little stressed out.
Maybe a LOT stressed out. He's late - he fucking hates being late - to anything - but especially to something as important as this. Late and he's not even sure this gift was a good idea and would that asshole stop looking at him like that.
He pulls out his phone, glares at the asshole again, and sends her a text as he ruins his lower lip between his teeth.

Still stuck on the train
Close. Unless something else fucks up. Or I punch this asshole beside me

Maybe REALLY A WHOLE LOT stressed out, but he's making no effort to hide it from her.]

Just casually, yeah. Dork. /clings

[bellabelgium]

[ She turns the burners on low to keep the food warm for him, cleaning up the kitchen and sighing as she walks into her decorated living room to wait for him. Everything was planned perfectly tonight-- which is saying something considering how well her plans normally turned out. Usually he's the one waiting on her but tonight... no. Tonight she had started dinner just at the right time, meant to have the fire roaring to greet him right as he walked in, let the smells and the decorations hit him. She even went so far as to do something different with her hair. She was counting on his punctuality.

But now dinner is getting cold, the fire is getting dim, the aroma is gone and her goddamn curls are falling flat. Sigh.

She receives the text not a moment after she plops down on her squishy couch, glancing at her phone before picking it up.

I refuse to spend Sinterklaas bailing you out of jail for assault. Just take your time and get here safe. It's getting bad outside. ]

the most casual punch and cling. It's the new grab and go, didn't you hear

[handelaar]

[If she doesn't think that he's not ticking off every minute he's losing here and taking some serious store in regards to what that just might mean - food definitely, closeness likely, joy maybe - she's duller than he thought she was. And he doesn't think she is, despite his jokes.

Still, it's not his fault, so he feels no need to apologize. If he lands in jail? Okay. Yeah. He'll owe her an apology. For now he glares at anything he can and the last on his list is the screen of his phone as he types.

What if I go to the restroom

- and by that he means "do you think they would notice if I pulled some Nation Shit and stepped out?". He's impatient, alright. He can't smoke and there is an asshole oh, still looking like an asshole, and most of all he wants to see her about four hours ago. The fact that his emergency meeting was a giant waste of time only adds to his irritation.]

/falls over I didn't but thanks for keeping me IN THE KNOW.

[bellabelgium]

[ Oh she doesn't just think. She KNOWS he is. Which is why she's trying to calm him down but that's always more difficult through text. ]

I'm not sure that will work. Just hang tight and I'll see you soon. Preferably in one piece and with no legal issues.

[ She sends the text, thinking a moment before typing out another quick reply, hoping it'll settle him down and put his mind in a better place. ]

I love you. <3

I typed something borderline creepy here and deleted it so let your imagination run wild

[handelaar]

[It would work. It would just raise a huge flutter of worry, after, and at the worst cause train delays, but that's all - and while that's not something he wants, he's still halfway through typing his own pedantic It would work in response when he gets that second message.

He bites the inside of his cheek and shifts in his seat, leaning his shoulder into the window and facing the screen of his phone away from the asshole beside him. Ducks his head somewhat and sends a simultaneously defensive and panicked glance over at the guy just in case before destroying his lip as he wonders what to say.


Instead he spends about two minutes staring at it.]

See you soon

o7

[handelaar]

[He sits down, but pays close attention to everything she's doing. Places his hand on his chin and watches, simultaneously entertained and warmed with her movements, what she's doing. Her spirits really do lift the entire damn room.

Though he does glance at the bottle of wine. Raises a brow. Really?]

<3

[bellabelgium]

[ She catches that look but pays it no real mind, getting back to what she was doing. ]

It's a holiday. Holidays are wine occasions.

[ Leaves it at that. ]

things I forgot: I backtagged here

[handelaar]

Uhhh-huuuh.

[He drags it out on purpose, one hand still on his chin and the other drumming on top of the table just to have something to do with his hands that isn't sneaking a bite.]

lol Tis okay. <3

[bellabelgium]

[ She gives him a look as she grabs the matches to light the candles once more. ]

Are you complaining?

[handelaar]

[Shrug.]

Haven't tried it yet.

[Slowly... covering... his mouth.]

[handelaar]

[Damn that's cute. He's too busy watching her try not to blush to actually take a sip - he raises the glass to his lips, yeah, but hides behind it. And keeps hiding behind it when she kisses his cheek. He tilts his head enough to lean back into it, and then unceremoniously throws back half the glass.

Wine drinker, he is not.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She pulls away with a smile, watching out fast he tosses back that beer and letting out a laugh. ]

Wine is meant to be sipped, you know. It's not beer.

[handelaar]

[i might be pointing and laughing at you right now]

[it's a very loving pointing and laughing]

[anyway]

Wouldn't drink it that fast if it was beer.

[Yes it is a very beautiful set up and yes he is still going to bitch about the lack of beer. There's no heat in it, though.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Laughing, omg I just realized it. Dummy dummy. /flop ]

[ Of course their isn't. She won't allow it, at least not tonight. ]

You're so weird, Broer.

[ She smiles at him to let him know she's just teasing before giving him another kiss to his cheek and turning towards her food, beginning to cut into it. ]

[handelaar]

Wh-

[Complaints are cut off by the magic of cheek kisses! So he blinks and sets down his glass, starts cutting into the food and wonders if she'll make fun of him if he mashes any of it together.]

omg I set an alarm so I could wake up when no one else was awake yet

[handelaar]

[Because a cheek kiss sure helps. Not that he doesn't lean into it and try to tamp down his dopey grin anyway, there's something nice and familiar about cheek kisses. Except then she's cleaning so he stands up and attempts to swipe the dishes from her, not quite huffing but with a huffy air all the same.]

Don't do those...

[Not answering until she lets him do the dishes. Hmph.]

lol Why?

[bellabelgium]

[ She stops when he suddenly stands and reaches out for the dishes, letting him take them if only because she doesn't want to drop them and make a mess. ]

What? Why not? It'll only take a few minutes.

Because EVERY MINUTE of my life has been Christmas lately

[handelaar]

[Victory. And he's drunk enough to stand there and look smug for a second before he remembers why he grabbed for them in the first place. Right. To the sink.]

I'll do 'em.

Mine has been working retail for those people who's every minute has been Christmas.

[bellabelgium]

[ And she just kinda smiles and shakes her head helplessly as he heads for the sink. ]

You don't have to do that you know.

Guhhh very likely ten times worse.

[handelaar]

[Dishes are serious business.]

Hn.

[Yeah he does. Watch him go.]

oh snap

[handelaar]

[He sucks in a breath and hums it out, starts sliding both of their hands lower, an arc across his stomach - realizes what he's doing and starts laughing lightly under his breath as he tries to turn in place to face her. Kind of getting carried away, huh.]

Mah bad. Also... that icon forever. ;_;

[bellabelgium]

[ She grins against his skin when he guides her hands over his stomach, letting him do as he pleases before she's pulling away slightly, letting him turn in her arms and looking up at him with a soft, happy, lidded look, wrapping her arms around his middle. ]

Forget the rest of the kitchen...

[ And don't you DARE argue that, Ned-- you've got her tied around your finger right now. ]

Not enough grinning ones!

[handelaar]

Wasn't gonna bitch about that.

[You know. Until tomorrow... or maybe in a few hours... but for now he reaches out to tug her against him, leaning against the counter with his legs splayed out and her settled comfortably between them.]

Howbout the presents.

[Raised brow. Are they going to forget about those, too, right now?]

Never enough!

[bellabelgium]

[ Yeah, she'll shut him up good if he bitches about it at all within the next twelve hours. ]

Do you want yours now?

[ She's grinning up at him, fingers playing at the fabric tucked into his pants. ]

fff he's like "quickie or presents life is hard"

[handelaar]

Maybe.

[He was going to say that he could wait for his gift, but she looks happy and eager and his impulse control is way down, so he changes his mind immediately.]

Sure.