[ someone to hang on to his every word and adore him was all tommy had ever wanted, and now he had it, he'd do *anything* to keep it. he makes quick work of burning an offering, and within seconds they're outside of the entity's twisted version of his LA home. ]
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[ at dwight's comment about celebrating his birthday, he scoffs nonchalantly. ]
not really. same as every day, I guess. unless the entity feels like doing something special for one of it's hardest little workers...
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uh no, I want it fresh and unused
well, if you ask me, the season ain't over yet. my birthday's on friday 13th this year...
[ he grins, and he finds ways to touch dwight while he talks, a habit that had developed a lot more over recent times. months, maybe - time was never clear - but he was increasingly ++
tactile with dwight these days. he plays with his hair a lot, touches his face, messes with the collar of his shirt, grabs his waist and hips. ]
... so, christmas can go fuck itself until then, respectfully.
[ he smiles, steals another kiss. ]
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yeah, I get it. it was even busier than usual.
[ he'd been kept occupied for sure, but he did miss dwight in the rare seconds he got to stop and think. ]
hah... I could totally go on a whole rant about that, for the record - but for once, I'm gonna shut the fuck up.
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[ he smiles, listening to dwight talk, a lighthearted 'ugh' when christmas is mentioned. ]
fucking christmas always comes and ends the best season way too early. It's like as soon as the clock hits midnight on halloween everyone becomes fuckin' posessed...
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