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A stack of gifts makes its way to beneath the Christmas tree. Behind it is a smallish musician, who looks pleased and relieved when they're all in place.

Charlie has his guitar on a strap over his back, and once the gifts are safely stowed he sits near the fireplace and starts playing Christmas carols.

The best part of the season, after all, is the music. It's his gift to everyone.

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He smiles and looks inside to find...

Charlie gets a kiss again as he sees the lockpicks, pulling them out to get a look at them as he turns from Charlie.

"These? Are nice."

He can work with something as simple as pen parts, but good tools made the theif.

"Thank you, babe."

"I have connections," Charlie says airily. "Connections I didn't even know I had.

"There's one more thing." He bites his lip. "Look in the pocket. And--um--yeah."

He nods, reaching into the pocket to find...

"Hey.......wow."

He stares at it for a moment before handing it to Charlie.

"Want to put it on for me?"

Charlie takes it but says hastily, "It's a friendship ring. Kind of a 'I'm thinking of you' ring. Not . . . um. Just. You know. So. I'm. Um. Not sure what finger I should put it on."

He wiggles his right hand.

"Whichever one it fits on."

He tries the middle finger. "I went shopping with Jack--dunno if you've met him--but you've got similar build, so I borrowed his finger--not in a gross 'cut it off and gave it back' way, of course, though he probably could do that since he's a god and all--"

Hm. It's the return of Babbling Charlie.

The babbling Charlie is shushed up in the best sort of way and as Darien pulls back from the kiss, he wiggles the finger again...this time complete with perfectly fitting ring.

"Looks like you did good."

He points to his present.

"Going to open the gift Captain Obvious wrapped for you?"

"Prezzies!" He pounces and tears off the wrapping paper, and laughs out loud at the boots. "Taking care of me. I love it. Thank you." He leans over and kisses Darien soundly.

He smiles as their lips part before he looks at Charlie, big brown eyes full of contentment.

"You take care of me. I take care of you."

He taps the boot toe.

"Might want to check inside, though."

Charlie gives him a 'what are you planning?' look and reaches inside the boot. "Hm . . ."

There is, in fact, a small necklace in the boot. On the necklace, which is vaguely native american, is a turquois bear carving.

He'd seen it and thought of Charlie and, luckily, had had it on him when he walked back in.

"It's a little weird, but I thought it might bring out your eyes."

"I think it's marvelous." He kisses Darien again and puts it around his neck. "Does it bring out my eyes?"

He chuckles.

"I don't know. From here, that's all I can see."

Charlie stands and does a little twirl.

Big dork.

"Now...the question is: you feel pretty and witty?"

And he's grinning.

"And gay as a little girl in springtime," Charlie says airily.

He snorts.

"Well, yeah, I'd sort of assumed that last one."

He reaches out a hand and tugs on Charlie's arm.

"C'mere you."

Charlie goes willingly, wrapping his arms tight around Darien. He sighs in contentment.

He runs a hand along Charlie's cheek before running through his hair.

"Eventually, one of us is going to get cavities."

[ooc: family stuff, so either wrap or slowtime?]

"I have fine teeth," Charlie mutters. "And I'm just enjoying the days as they come, yeah?"

[ooc: either's fine. have fun.]

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