22. itty bitty christmas

[orderfromchaos]

[Day one, text + voice]

9 1 1

Hello? Someone took my parents. And my house.


[Day two, spam]

[Did six-year-old Dillon find tiny old roller skates in the back of his closet? Yes he did. He is now about to crash into you, probably.]


[Day three, video]

[A tiny redhead is absolutely swimming in a vaguely blasphemous christmas sweater. He's in the chapel, and he sings Away in a Manger in a clear, lovely soprano. He bites his lip for a moment afterward.]

Are we going to have a tree? Will someone else come light candles? I'm not supposed to play with fire.


[Day three, spam]

[Find Dillon with excessive candy canes hooked into the collar of his oversized sweater, trailing tinsel, attempting to stack a chair on top of a ladder so that he can hang up mistletoe and wreaths almost as big as he is.]


[OOC: replies will come from inateacup]

Comments

[inateacup]

[And lo, there it as, as he pops up out of the pews where he's kneeling backward on one of the seats and waves.]

Hi!

[naturalizing]

Hi. I'm Abigail.

[She comes closer, inspecting him shrewdly as she approaches, then sits down on the pew next to him. Graciously:] Your sweater looks better from close up.

[inateacup]

I like that it's green.

I'm Dillon. D'you have a favorite color? Maybe your sweater's in that!

[naturalizing]

I like green, too. But a darker green than that. Like forests when it's raining.

Do they make sweaters in that color?

[inateacup]

They have to!

[Cause, like, she deserves it. Obviously.]

[naturalizing]

Oh.

[She smiles warmly at that, pleased. Then she looks up to the altar.]

Where are all the candles we have to light? Or I have to light.

[inateacup]

Over by the side. Here.

[He shows her, frowns a little, not sure what she can light them with.]

[naturalizing]

[Not to worry, Dillon, she got some matches from the kitchen. She brings them out now with a flourish.]

You stay clear. You're not supposed to play with fire.

[She lights the candles with pretty much a u_u!! face.]

[inateacup]

[He scurries a few steps back and peers in fascination. Does he clap? It would be weird to clap in church. He is watching with totally impressed eyes, though.]

Do you get to light candles a lot?

[naturalizing]

At dinner sometimes. It's one of my responsibilities.

[She pronounces responsibilities very precisely.]

Why can't you light them?