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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 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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