forward dated to the 25th

[gforgreat.livejournal.com]

[SO GUESS WHAT PEOPLE-WHO-LIVE-IN-ALLEN'S-HOUSE-THAT-USED-TO-BELONG-TO-GUTS

IT'S CHRISTMAS.

Which means that the pitter-patter of feet is making its way down the hall, to your room...

and landing on your bed.]

Wake UP! Jeez, 's already 6 AM you sleep too much!

[ooc; OPEN FOR EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE and yes Timothy's yelling can be heard throughout the house.

Edit: Tree thread!]

Comments

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

[He'll prop himself up onto his forearms, so he can turn his head and glare a little, and the blanket will slip a little to hint at those nice burn scars he has on his back]

What for, Timothy?

[gforgreat.livejournal.com]

's Christmas, duh!

[What is with you and Allen and all these scars and burn marks, seriously. Have a curious look, Arthur.]

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

I don't celebrate your idiotic holiday.

[But give him a moment, and he'll be sitting up and moving to get out of bed. His torso's really not much better off. Raptors are mean ;;] What?

[gforgreat.livejournal.com]

It ain't idiotic! An' why not, huh?

[Glares right back- ohGodthosescars.]

What happened to you?

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

It doesn't currently exist, in the time that I am from.

[But no worries kiddo, he got you all gifts anyway. He gives an odd look, and then rolls his eyes a little and pats him on the head]

What often happens in battle. Nothing serious, Timothy. [And he'll get up to grab a shirt and then tug his fleece blanket around his shoulders. TOO COLD TO BE AWAKE ;; and he'll slip boots on before gesturing him out the door]

Is everyone else awake?

[gforgreat.livejournal.com]

Sucks fer you.

[Frowns at the patting B( and gets off the bed.]

They better be!