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nightlogs2023-12-01 11:05 pm
bringinghopewithme) wrote in nightlogs2023-12-01 11:05 pm
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Christmas, Christmas time is near
Who: Dan, Bunny and you!
What: Dan celebrates Bunny’s favorite holiday of all. The best one. The greatest season.
Where: All over the Pole.
When: After the Halloween plot.
Warnings/Notes: None yet.
I. Time for Toys and Time for Cheer
Bunny tunnels into the Pole and cringes at the Christmas intensity of the assault on his senses. The Pole is always a lot, but this close to the actual day the noise is louder, the hustle is faster, the smells are more intense, and goodness they do this every year? He dodges yetis on his way to checking in with Jack before conducting his rounds through the new Guardians he hasn’t had time to check on in a while.
“Can you believe they do this every year?” Bunny mutters, dodging yet one more Yeti with arms stacked almost too full of toys to see over.
II. No, That’s Enough, Let’s Not Overdo It
As a sort of retribution for being left to his own devices at the Pole, Dan’s decided that he’s going to be extremely annoying this Christmas, and that keeps him motivated and peppy through the darker part of the year in an already dark and cold part of the world.
He can’t help it that Bunny makes it easy to find a ‘bit’ and just dig in. He can’t help it that Bunny makes it so entertaining. That’s why he spends a few hours a day for a week working on hand-embroidering a sweater that manages to thread that needle between legitimately well-made and unwearably tacky. He spares no thread, no sequins, no glitter. The final result is a labor-intensive catastrophe of needlework snowflakes, woven tinsel, fluffy pom-poms dangling from the sleeves and the centerpiece, a patchwork image of Bunny himself wearing a Santa outfit.
Bunny won’t wear it, naturally, which means Dan has decided to rally by going up to anyone at the Pole who doesn’t appear busy and pushing the sweater into their hands. “Can you make my husband wear this? He’s hurting my feelings.”
III. Yeah, Why Can’t We Sing It Again?
“Come on, honey, You got such a beautiful voice. Don’t leave me hanging.”
Dan’s dragging Bunny by the paw room to room, grinning ear to ear, wearing a Christmas sweater with actual blinking lights and felt reindeer antlers on a headband. The more Bunny acts like a stick in the mud, the more Dan amps up the obnoxious holiday cheer, and right now, that means caroling.
Dan doesn’t give anyone an opportunity to object when they open their door. He did, being considerate, bring gifts for each person he stops by with, either something hand-made and intricate for people he knows (coats, wooden puzzle-boxes, a quilt) or cute and useful (a drink cozy, a festive handtowel, warm socks) for those he doesn’t, all wrapped.
It’s a little apology for subjecting them to his rendition of “O Holy Night”, which he starts in on immediately upon the door opening.
What: Dan celebrates Bunny’s favorite holiday of all. The best one. The greatest season.
Where: All over the Pole.
When: After the Halloween plot.
Warnings/Notes: None yet.
I. Time for Toys and Time for Cheer
Bunny tunnels into the Pole and cringes at the Christmas intensity of the assault on his senses. The Pole is always a lot, but this close to the actual day the noise is louder, the hustle is faster, the smells are more intense, and goodness they do this every year? He dodges yetis on his way to checking in with Jack before conducting his rounds through the new Guardians he hasn’t had time to check on in a while.
“Can you believe they do this every year?” Bunny mutters, dodging yet one more Yeti with arms stacked almost too full of toys to see over.
II. No, That’s Enough, Let’s Not Overdo It
As a sort of retribution for being left to his own devices at the Pole, Dan’s decided that he’s going to be extremely annoying this Christmas, and that keeps him motivated and peppy through the darker part of the year in an already dark and cold part of the world.
He can’t help it that Bunny makes it easy to find a ‘bit’ and just dig in. He can’t help it that Bunny makes it so entertaining. That’s why he spends a few hours a day for a week working on hand-embroidering a sweater that manages to thread that needle between legitimately well-made and unwearably tacky. He spares no thread, no sequins, no glitter. The final result is a labor-intensive catastrophe of needlework snowflakes, woven tinsel, fluffy pom-poms dangling from the sleeves and the centerpiece, a patchwork image of Bunny himself wearing a Santa outfit.
Bunny won’t wear it, naturally, which means Dan has decided to rally by going up to anyone at the Pole who doesn’t appear busy and pushing the sweater into their hands. “Can you make my husband wear this? He’s hurting my feelings.”
III. Yeah, Why Can’t We Sing It Again?
“Come on, honey, You got such a beautiful voice. Don’t leave me hanging.”
Dan’s dragging Bunny by the paw room to room, grinning ear to ear, wearing a Christmas sweater with actual blinking lights and felt reindeer antlers on a headband. The more Bunny acts like a stick in the mud, the more Dan amps up the obnoxious holiday cheer, and right now, that means caroling.
Dan doesn’t give anyone an opportunity to object when they open their door. He did, being considerate, bring gifts for each person he stops by with, either something hand-made and intricate for people he knows (coats, wooden puzzle-boxes, a quilt) or cute and useful (a drink cozy, a festive handtowel, warm socks) for those he doesn’t, all wrapped.
It’s a little apology for subjecting them to his rendition of “O Holy Night”, which he starts in on immediately upon the door opening.
III
He assumes someone needs something from him and is surprised to peek his head out, get handed a tiny (read: normally sized to his perspective) wrapped gift, and then -
Have his sense of hearing utterly assailed. Oh no.
Branch briefly winces but quickly schools the look into a smile of awkward appreciation because sometimes someone doesn't have a great voice or they have a bad sense of pitch and this is a tragedy and not their fault and you shouldn't be a jerk about it. His people are very clear on this.
You should just stand there.
Subjecting yourself to it.
Sometimes nodding encouragingly when someone is pushing past a part where they're particularly struggling with vocal control because that's what a good person does. These are the moments where Branch looks like he's restraining himself from giving a soccer mom thumbs up in actual genuine encouragement for Dan managing to get past them, like when you're watching a kid completely faceplant in soccer but are genuinely proud of them for getting back up again.
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"Dan," he says, with all of the stern but gentle I love you but I know what you're doing he can force into his tone. "I don't know any of these songs." He makes the any particularly pointed. "You know I do not know any of these songs."
Why would he learn them. It would be the softest form of blasphemy.
The terrible sweater Dan gleefully, tactically designed for him is hanging in the crook of one of his crossed arms, pointedly unworn.
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"I know, Branch and I can teach them to you, can't we, Branch?" He gestures with his nose to the present. "That's an overcoat with down. Reckoned you can always use something warm and sized appropriately for you in this climate. It's from both of us."
Dan's aware Bunny has much too much going on to make inroads with all the new Guardians, which is why Dan's serving as a bridge into the community. Sometimes that means making presents and splitting the credit.