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Christmas tiiiime

Who: Bioshock ~~Family~~ House! (and friends)
What: ITS CHRISTMAS! And they're going to be civil to each other dagnabbit
When: Christmas?
Where: The Bioshocker House!
Summary: Everyone is happy! Food! Presents! Puppies? Proposals! WAIT WAHT?!
Rating: P for words starting with P.

Tree? Check. It's pathetic and almost half the pine-needles are missing from getting dragged into the house.

Ornaments? Check.

Christmas dinner? Well...there's food, at least! Robert and Booker might have raided the supermarket for all the microwaveable and appropriate foods to have for Christmas. There's microwaved chicken, microwaved mashed potatoes, microwaved green beans that are really soggy and smell funny, microwaved rolls, and microwaved ham. Because there should be variety, damnit. There's also a pie sitting in the microwave, waiting. And vanilla ice cream.

Booker wouldn't call it a feast or anything but it's not like there's absolutely nothing to be seen.

They haven't gone all out or anything for the first Christmas they're spending together, nobody here really has the Christmas spirit to do it. Either the Luteces don't remember how to do Christmas or they just don't care - the latter is more likely and Booker hasn't done Christmas in decades so it feels off to even find a tree. Booker doesn't know if Elizabeth ever got to celebrate the holiday in her tower but as far as he's concerned this should be good enough.

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Irritated? Elizabeth had no reference by which to be irritated. The night had her positively glowing as she flitted around the room from person to person, pausing to adjust something on the tree, looking out the window, eying the gifts she'd placed carefully under the tree after wrapping them... She really was all over the place.

"Wonderful! It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" Well... Booker probably wasn't going to answer in the positive, but Elizabeth thought it was a beautiful night just because they were all there together. Quietly...

"Oh! I have something for you!" She crouched down and pulled out a smallish square package wrapped very poorly in red paper. It was her first time wrapping anything, and it had been much more difficult than anticipated.

Inside was a pair of monogrammed glasses with 'BD' glazed onto them. Maybe this gift had been a little selfish--she thought, when she'd decided they might make a nice gift, that it might encourage him to leave the house less. But, she'd also got him something a little less geared towards his vices... Those had his name embroidered into the lining.

"It ain't a bad one," he allowed, which, from Booker is high praise indeed. He's even cracked a smile or two in the course of the night, just out of nowhere.

He wasn't really expecting presents, so Elizabeth has managed to catch him off-guard and see him get bashful. He's quick to speak and shifts awkwardly from foot to foot after she tells him she has something for him.

"Elizabeth, you didn't have to...," he stops his protests as she hands him the package and smiles (again), it's possibly the happiest he's ever looked and he mutters a quiet "Thank you." before carefully peeling the packaging apart - as if he was going to save that as well.

The glasses eek a soft snort of laughter from him and the gloves earn a particularly impressed rise of his eyebrows. "These are really nice." He's still quiet as he rubs the buttery leather between his fingers, as if he were contemplating something.

She wants to love you too.

This was possibly the only Christmas he's ever enjoyed. It's a little bit of a shock to his system to have some genuine happiness pulling a smile instead of a sneer across his cheeks.

"You're a good girl, Liz."

Watching all of those emotions play over Booker's face would have been worth any amount that she could have spent on a present. He looked surprised, happy, he smiled even.

"I thought that... well, you never know when it'll be cold on a draft or a mission. And those won't mess too much with your trigger finger," she said, watching Booker feel the gloves and feeling a tiny, happy flutter in her heart. He liked them, the first Christmas gift she'd ever given, and he liked it.

But she hadn't expected the second thing he said, and Elizabeth blinks in surprise for a moment before blushing and smiling again. Her turn to be bashful. "Thank you, Booker."

For some reason, it felt like it meant more than what was actually said.

"Welcome."

It was a good moment, a quiet one, something he would gladly place on top of the bad. If he could start making more memories like this, maybe he'd be a better...father, for Elizabeth.

"Hey, I got something for you too." He deposits his presents carefully onto a table, as if they were made of wet tissue paper - liable to break at the slightest indication - and went to his bedroom door, each step growing slightly heavier with hesitation than the last till he rested his hand on the knob and looked back at her like he wasn't so sure if it was a good idea after all.

"It's... if you don't want it, I'll -- I'll keep it." It seems like he wants to say more, or at least is anxious about something before he opens up the door and steps inside and back out with a large box in his arms.

Said box has holes punched in the top and is making noises. This would probably mark the one time Booker actively behaved as if he was afraid of Elizabeth, as he slowly set the box down in front of her and stepped back looking this way and that before gritting out under a red face.

"You said you wanted one."

Elizabeth watched curiously as Booker wandered to his room and back with a strange box. A strange box with holes in it, making shifting and thumping noises. Truthfully, Elizabeth knew almost immediately what the gift was when she saw the holes in the top of the box, and she was surprised that Booker remembered that off-hand comment she had made all that time ago. She gleefully opens the box and gasps at the contents.

"Oh, he's so cute!" she gushed as she reached in to help the puppy out of the box. It yapped happily at her, apparently glad to finally be out of the box and in the arms of a person. While she was trying to get a good look at him, the puppy was trying very hard to lick her face. Elizabeth was laughing at the effort. "Of course I want him! Look, he's even a scruffy-looking mix of colors. I bet if you were a dog, you would have fur like his."

At least those mission points he chalked up with the Luteces were good for something. This was probably the most satisfying thing he could have possibly gotten for them, just being able to see her this happy.

Elizabeth telling him she wanted a puppy, initially, hadn't stuck out in his mind very much. However, as their "adventure" played out - the conversations they had were the focal points in his memory because they were the only thing that wasn't constant fighting and waves and waves of an army.

It had occurred to him, in the interim between getting the dog and presenting him to Elizabeth - that she hadn't actually been wanting a puppy but well... she seemed happy enough with the little guy.

"Never thought of that." The dog is a total mutt, which is fitting for Elizabeth's thoughts on what Booker would look like as a dog.

"You'll have to think up a name for him."

"He doesn't have one yet?" Not that Elizabeth was surprised by it, Booker probably had intended for her to give the puppy a name. But she wondered what Booker had called him as he had, no doubt, struggled to get the puppy into the box and quiet.

Holding the puppy out and away from her, Elizabeth looked for any kind of mark or shape that might make for a good name. Eventually, she gave up and settled on something else. "Nemo," she said with a little grin. "I can tell he's an explorer, and he'll want to be treated like a little prince no doubt. What do you think?"

While Elizabeth probably could have named him Lucky and Booker wouldn't have cared either way, his brow furrowed in quiet confusion as he tried to place the name...and failed miserably.

Booker didn't want to bring attention to the fact that he didn't know what the hell she was talking about but...well he was curious. So he bit the bullet and let himself sound dumb.

"And...who's Nemo?"

"Oh! Captain Nemo, from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. He was an Indian prince, but spent most of his time exploring in his submarine." Nemo whined, upset that Elizabeth wasn't paying attention to him, and she resettled him on the floor. Immediately he ran around sniffing at the table and chairs, then headed for the kitchen.

"You should read the book! I have a copy of it."

Booker watched the dog carefully as it scurried around while Elizabeth explained the book, he knew that puppies teethed and he'd be trying to gnaw on anything with a little give.

"Huh...maybe I will. Not like there's much to do here."

But it was...nice, for a change - this time of year especially - to not have any kind of obligations to worry and mull over. He didn't have any money to lose or anything horrible to concern himself with.

"You read anything about takin' care of puppies?"

He assumed she had but...well, he never knew with Elizabeth.

"...um..."

Nemo chose that moment to go running by with a piece of 'stolen' ribbon in his mouth. He tripped over it and rolled.

"...I never actually got a puppy, though. So I really didn't have cause to read about how to take care of them..."

Booker manages not to laugh at the sight the puppy tumbling over himself.

"Might wanna do that...they teeth. He's gonna be eating a lot of shoes if he doesn't have some bones or somethin' to occupy himself with."

He's speaking from experience and is suddenly getting the idea that he might be playing a bigger part in helping with the dog than he thought he would.

Strangely enough he...doesn't mind that much.

"Aw..." Elizabeth frowned and picked up Nemo, the puppy still very intent on killing his ribbon despite the intention of cuddle time. Elizabeth was at least familiar with the concept of teething, and felt bad that Nemo was going to go through it.

"Well what if I got him some shoes? Do you think he'd like shoes better?" Why not? There were so many hideous ones at the clothing shop.

"Might. What's gonna happen when he starts eating yours though?"

Being able to actually answer questions and be helpful? Was a lot better than he thought it would be.

"...oh I guess I'll have taught him that eating shoes is alright, if I get him his own shoes to eat," she laughed awkwardly as Nemo tried to lick her face and keep the ribbon in his mouth at the same time. "Then I guess a bone it is."

Alright, he couldn't not smile at that. Puppies - no, dogs - were just ridiculous on their own and he'd kind of forgotten how easy it was to be amused at their antics.

"It'll do the job."

"We should stop by the library sometime and get you some books for him if we can find any."

It doesn't really occur to him that he said we instead of I.

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Christmas tiiiime

WHATEVS MAN. <3

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