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tampered2008-12-21 05:48 pm
i-themagician.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-12-21 05:48 pm
log; in progress - open-ish?
When; Sunday, December 21st, evening
Rating; G-ish; there are children present.
Characters; Everyone who thinks they should be there.
Summary; Clow invites friends over for Yule; hilarity ensues?
Log;
Clow hummed a tuneless, meandering song as he put up the last of the holly in the hallway and then flopped into the armchair with a self-satisfied sigh. It was difficult not to be a little apprehensive about the number of people, the possible fighting, the fact that at least one person was going to say something about his decorating sense (which would only guarantee that there would be more tinsel next time), the potential for awkwardness - this wasn't even a large affair, but he struggled to remember the last time he had so many people in his house at once. Even so, his overpowering emotion was one of thanks to everyone who would show up, for--
... Well, he couldn't bring himself to say it, even to himself; it sounded kind of pathetic, as if he didn't just expect people to show up and have a good time. It was also pretty self-centered to think that they were coming because of him, but that was pretty much par for the course with Clow. In any case, he kept quiet about it and just sat there for a moment or two with his eyes closed and this smug grin on his face. The moment only got better when he stopped attaching words or thoughts to it, and this one was so enjoyable that he didn't get up to answer the door until the bell actually rang.
Rating; G-ish; there are children present.
Characters; Everyone who thinks they should be there.
Summary; Clow invites friends over for Yule; hilarity ensues?
Log;
Clow hummed a tuneless, meandering song as he put up the last of the holly in the hallway and then flopped into the armchair with a self-satisfied sigh. It was difficult not to be a little apprehensive about the number of people, the possible fighting, the fact that at least one person was going to say something about his decorating sense (which would only guarantee that there would be more tinsel next time), the potential for awkwardness - this wasn't even a large affair, but he struggled to remember the last time he had so many people in his house at once. Even so, his overpowering emotion was one of thanks to everyone who would show up, for--
... Well, he couldn't bring himself to say it, even to himself; it sounded kind of pathetic, as if he didn't just expect people to show up and have a good time. It was also pretty self-centered to think that they were coming because of him, but that was pretty much par for the course with Clow. In any case, he kept quiet about it and just sat there for a moment or two with his eyes closed and this smug grin on his face. The moment only got better when he stopped attaching words or thoughts to it, and this one was so enjoyable that he didn't get up to answer the door until the bell actually rang.