"Good to see you, Davin, Merry Christmas," Mira's dad greets him with a smile.
Etta hides a blush behind a big grin and is about to come back with something sassy when Mira comes in, and she fondly if begrudgingly surrenders Davin over to her sister.
Mira always hugs people just a little on the long side if she knows them, and Davin's the rule rather than the exception. She pulls back after a minute, catching his hand to tug him toward the stairs a little and leading the way up to her room, a familiar journey by now. "Well good, because I have presents." She's a little nervous about them, not because they didn't involve thought, but because they did, and there's always the chance of things not being right no matter how much care's put into them. "You're not allowed to judge my wrapping skills, by the way."
She opens the door. "Oh, and spiked eggnog." She nods at the minifridge and sits back on the bed, making room for him, and looks up. "Should I ask how your day's going?"
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Etta hides a blush behind a big grin and is about to come back with something sassy when Mira comes in, and she fondly if begrudgingly surrenders Davin over to her sister.
Mira always hugs people just a little on the long side if she knows them, and Davin's the rule rather than the exception. She pulls back after a minute, catching his hand to tug him toward the stairs a little and leading the way up to her room, a familiar journey by now. "Well good, because I have presents." She's a little nervous about them, not because they didn't involve thought, but because they did, and there's always the chance of things not being right no matter how much care's put into them. "You're not allowed to judge my wrapping skills, by the way."
She opens the door. "Oh, and spiked eggnog." She nods at the minifridge and sits back on the bed, making room for him, and looks up. "Should I ask how your day's going?"