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Davin Kavanagh ([personal profile] davin) wrote2014-12-30 01:38 am
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better to give than receive (closed; mira)

So, Davin has had better Christmases. He bummed around in his pajamas eating cookies and watching TV all day and then, against his better judgement, went to his parents' house for dinner. His mom made him some big fuzzy socks to wear around the house and his dad gave him a Barnes & Noble gift card. They're both things he can use, so that's good. His grandma called him to bitch in Gaelic for a good few minutes about how his box got delayed and he laughed at her ire, which made her curse even louder. She ended the call by telling him how much she loves him, how proud she is of her buachaill draĆ­ochta.

He feels better after talking to his grandmother, and decides that Christmas wasn't a total wash. Still, he's glad to get back into the swing of things post-holiday, and he goes over to Mira's as soon as he gets a chance. Her gift is wrapped neatly in a small little box and he knocks on the front door rather than texting. Her mother answers and Davin is always glad to see her. She was one of his favorite teachers, after all.

"Hey," he says with a polite wave, stepping inside once she opens the door wider. "Is Mira around?"
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[personal profile] astra_inclinant 2014-12-30 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Annie Browne answers the door in jeans and an ugly generically-holiday sweater, smiling. "Merry Christmas to you too," she jokes gently, meeting his wave with a one-armed hug. "She's just on the phone, come on in Davin. Mira!" she calls past toward the living room. "Come sit down. How are you feeling? When Mira told me what happened -- well, I'd tell you what I thought, but it's Christmas --"

"I can tell you," Etta says dryly from where she's drying dishes, and waves with a slightly self-conscious smile.

"Have you eaten? We've got leftover pie, and potato casserole --"

"We have leftover pie?" Omid Kazmi says, perking up from where he's just standing, having gotten involved in reading a newly gifted book.

"Not for you," Annie says with an affectionate smirk.

"--You too, Bubbe, love you. Mom. Breathe." Mira leans in the doorway to roll her eyes at her family. "Bubbe wants to talk to you." She hands off the cell phone and her mother takes it with a hey mom and steps away.

Mira gives Davin a warm and slightly apologetic smile. "Hey, Merry Christmas." She offers a hug. "I'm sorry about them. Upstairs?"
Edited 2014-12-30 15:07 (UTC)