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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David walks into the bar. You think he'd have seen it. He goes to the buffet table, fills up a plate, and sits down at a table with a notebook and a pen and is lost deep in concentration, writing.

If anyone should approach him, they'd probably need to poke him to get his attention.

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[alas_alas]

"...hello..." she smiles back. Arms still around his neck, she looks down at what he's doing.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He blushes and hides the notepad away. "Not doodling. Writing," he says with another blush.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

[alas_alas]

She nods, still trying to see what he's doing.

"...you okay?..."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes and shows her. There are random words - poetry, she may realise - but they are in no coherent order.

There's also a list of what looks like grocery items. Which is almost exactly what it is. David no longer believes in Christmas, but likes to give gifts.

If Echo could read, she may see her name among them.

[alas_alas]

She frowns at the paper, not recognizing any of the scribbles.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"It's my Christmas list," he says in explanation. "Gifts I've to buy my friends."

[alas_alas]

"...friends..." She pen-naps David's pen, and draws a picture of someone making an offering of food to a temple. She then looks at David with a question in her eyes.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He looks at the picture, and his brows crease. "An offering? No, Christmas isn't an offering...

"Or, well, it kind of it but not."

He's not even sure that's what she means.

[alas_alas]

"...but not..."

She gives him back his pen so he can go back to scribbling, then snuggles into his side, where it's warm.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He's busy doodling a while before he shows Echo what he's done.

Very roughly, and very quickly, he has drawn what he remembers of the story of Christmas.

"This is what we're supposed to be celebrating."

[alas_alas]

"...celebrating..." She looks at the picture, tilting her head.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He nods. "See, there was this couple, just over two thousand years ago..."

He launches into the story of Christmas, using the pictures as prompts.

"And that's why. It's what all the words are for; gifts I'd like to give my friends."

[alas_alas]

She runs over to her booth real quick, then comes back with a screwdriver, a shell, the pencil and notepad, and the paper that tells her story. Snuggling back in, she lays them on the table.

"...my friends..." ...gave them to her.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He nods and smiles. "Yes. Gifts. I wonder what I could get you, dear Echo."

He leans down and kisses her forehead. "I wish I could give you voice; a proper one."

[alas_alas]

She closes her eyes and snuggles more into David's side.

"...one..."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He just holds her for a moment, melancholy but happy all at once.

[alas_alas]

After a couple of moments, Echo's hand reaches up, grabs the pen, and starts to draw on her pad. The picture is of a girl, smiling with her mouth open. Around her are many people, who are also smiling.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"That's how you make us feel, I think," David says sleepily.

[alas_alas]

"...I think..." She gives David a hug, then snuggles closer, closing her eyes again. In a few minutes, she's asleep, a small smile on her face.