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It’s the holidays, and it seems like excessive eating and drinking is a part of that. I can complain if you really want me to, though.

[Connor is glad that Hank won’t make himself sick with them, at least. He comes out of his room where he had been sketching idly, sitting beside Sumo on the floor. In his arms is a box, neatly decorated with a bow.

He’s only bothered to wear jeans and his dog hoodie, since he isn’t going anywhere. The hood is left down, his usually neat hair currently ruffled slightly.]

Nah.

[Ruins the complaining magic, really. Not that he'd say that out loud. When he comes out, he's got a pair of winterish pants and a cotten-like shirt to match. He gives Connor a small smile as he gets out.]

Heh. Good look for you.

[Compliments! A Holiday Miracle!]

[He shifts and neatens up his hair a little at the compliment. He’s had a huge dragonfly trying to perch on his head all day, hence the untidiness.]

You too. You look comfortable.

[Connor holds out the box. In it is a fancy whiskey, a matching dog hoodie, and a black cord necklace with a sharp tooth of some kind hanging from it. He’d found it lying on the seabed.]

Heh. Right.

[Hank, of course, dodges the compliment because he still has a hard time accepting himself. Little steps at a time, of course. Also that dragonfly hopefully won't want to attack Hank today.]

You know you didn't have to...

[Christ that is a lot of presents, and he almost feels bad about the one he's got in his room. He does chuckle at the booze and the dog hoodie.]

You sure I ain't too old for this?

[The dog hoodie that is. He can keep the booze. The booze is great. He'll hold up tooth at the end in silence for a bit before speaking.]

This a shark of some kind? Have you been suplexing sharks?

[It's a joke in regards to an old earth movie.]

[Hank is always going to be the most important to Connor, so of course he gets the most presents.]

I don’t think you’re too old for it.

[He’s built to resemble a man in his early thirties himself, and he’s still wearing one.]

It’s from a shark, but don’t worry. I’m not assaulting the wildlife or anything. I found it while looking for shells.

[Connor does not get the reference.]

[If only Hank knew, he'd be a lot more appreciative.]

Heh Heh. Flattery too? Really Connor...

[He trails off, not really having a good comeback for it, and just silently takes off his shirt to put on the shirt he got him, looking absolutely silly, but a grin on his face anyway.]

Heh. It was a joke anyway. Thanks. S'been a while that I've collected a shark tooth.

[He'll go place the booze in a cupboard as he talks. Responsibly. Wow. Amazing. Then hell come back and sit close by for now.]

How do I look?

[Connor lets out a soft huff of laughter at Hank in the dog hoodie, but he’s clearly pleased.]

It suits you, actually. Doesn’t it, Sumo?

[Sumo ignores him, and Connor gives the large dog a pat on the side.]

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