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[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

Enter Bruce. Who immediately spots the Christmas tree.

"Christmas? Christmas!"

He is very pleased with this. For the moment.

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

He smiles. It's not very high, but it certainly adds a nice touch.

"Gil and Sooty helped to bring it in. We've kept the roots-" he points to the bucket of sand, "so we can replant it and use it again. Because it's a shame to kill it just for decoration. And Sooty did the lights."

And the lights sparkle and shine like fireflies in the branches.

"It makes me think of home, for some reason."

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

Bruce gets a little quiet. "Where do you live?"

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

"Mostly here, lately. When I go back, I live between New York and New Orleans. I'm all about the new, apparently," he says with a smile. "What about you?"

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

"Gotham City."

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

"Is it nice there?" Armand sits down on the floor beside him, looking up at the tree with its unburning fire lights and mismatched decorations.

And feels peaceful.

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

Bruce looks a little more withdrawn. "It's ok," he hedges.

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

"You prefer it here, though?" he asks, sensing Bruce's hesitation.

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. There's lots of people here. Home's kinda lonely."

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry. It can be kinda bad, being alone."

He sighs.

"But hey, you're staying here for Christmas, then? No need to be lonely here. Lots of food and people and things?"

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

He smiles a little. "Uh-huh. Though I should probably get people presents."

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

"I don't know if anyone'll expect anything. Being that we're all here and some of us don't go home."

He smiles at Bruce. "I don't even know your name."

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

"I'm Bruce. I can go home and get presents if I need to."

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

"I'm Armand. And that's good. But still, you can make people gifts if you don't want to go back. I'm going to make my boy- my friend a gift, instead of buying him one. Sometimes it means more. Ask Gil if he can help you make cookies or something! Everyone likes cookies."

And then he thinks about himself.

"Or, well, most people like cookies. I'd like cookies if I could stomach them."

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

"Cookies are good. Why don't you like cookies?"

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

[OOC: and mun is going to bed. Slowtime, or make up an excuse to leave :)]

"Haven't eaten food in 500 years," Armand says, as if it explains everything.

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Slowtime.)