merry christmas; i could care less [ open ]

[postictal]

Who: Real Tim, Mirror Tim + YOU / Real Frisk, Mirror Frisk + YOU
Where: All the heck over my guys
When: 12/13 - 12/20
Rating: PG to start with, will edit for anything higher
Summary:
The Story:

[Just kidding starters are in the comments.]

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Jay considers his wingspan. He considers the width of the stairwell.

He sighs.

"Yeah, might do the same."

He's not keen on the idea of throwing himself out the window in the middle of the night, either. He has actual wings, and he feels like he's supposed to do something with them, but it's safest to just hunker down and wait. As the thought crosses his mind, his feathers fluff out, and he feels a bit warmer.

This would be better with coffee. Even better with something to watch.

At least he's got company.

[postictal]

"Maybe we'll get lucky, and these won't last the day," he says, though the fact that he says it without any enthusiasm whatsoever is a pretty plain indication that he's not banking on it. Since when would either of them be so lucky?

It's cold, but the wings are heavy and - hot, it turns out. Thick, winter feathers like that really do a lot to pad out against the chill.

God, this is the stupidest thing.

It's the stupidest fucking thing.