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[skylight]

Almost Christmas.

I hope everyone at home is good.

I hope--

Sometimes being here is a little like being in a dream. Easy to lose track of time. Huh.

Anyone get a tree yet?

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[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

Get a tree too early and it's falling apart before Christmas. Pine needles everywhere.

[skylight]

[ ...sadness ._. he pauses considering this... ]

Truuuue....I saw someone pulling one in the other day. I hope theirs lasts...

Maybe we should wait another week though, just in case.

[ Pause. ]

Some people get the plastic trees too I guess...

What about you?

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

I don't really do much for Christmas.

[Or, she hasn't really wanted to this year. Maybe if Miles wants to.]

[skylight]

Oh...um...why not?

[ Sora has been around the City enough, or in it rather, to witness plenty of people who don't celebrate or don't go in for doing much even if they do have Christmas. But she sounds young, maybe his own age (he's awful at figuring that stuff out) and some of his predisposed notions about Christmas remain: kids especially seem to enjoy it. He pauses, tilting his head though she can't see it, adding quickly, ]

--if you don't mind me asking.

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

Guess I'm just not feelin' it this year.

[skylight]

[ There's a pause, curious. ]

D'you celebrate at home?

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

Sometimes. Nothin' really big. Usually just presents exchanged with my dad.

[skylight]

That sounds nice. I always like that about Christmas - how everyone does it in different ways and it doesn't matter if it's a big thing or a small thing. But people seem happy.