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Although Aiden had plenty of friends in town, most of them were already on their way to another part of the states to visit family or just go on vacation. Aiden wouldn’t really have anywhere to go to. He considered Wilmington his home. Though Aiden didn’t enjoy putting up Christmas decorations anymore, due to the fact that it hurt him too much, he was always more than willing to help out his friends who needed it. They mainly used him for his tall stature, but he was totally okay with that. Aiden drove over to Gray and Winnie’s place. Though Aiden and Gray have known each other for years, it wasn’t the same with Winnie. The two had met here and there, but Aiden wasn’t sure of Winnie. He figured if Gray was living with him, then Winnie must not be a bad guy after all. Aiden got out of his car and hopped on up to the front door, nearly going for the door handle before learning his manners and ringing the doorbell. “Santa’s here!” @winnieblythe
Although Aiden had plenty of friends in town, most of them were already on their way to another part of the states to visit family or just go on vacation. Aiden wouldn’t really have anywhere to go to. He considered Wilmington his home. Though Aiden didn’t enjoy putting up Christmas decorations anymore, due to the fact that it hurt him too much, he was always more than willing to help out his friends who needed it. They mainly used him for his tall stature, but he was totally okay with that. Aiden drove over to Gray and Winnie’s place. Though Aiden and Gray have known each other for years, it wasn’t the same with Winnie. The two had met here and there, but Aiden wasn’t sure of Winnie. He figured if Gray was living with him, then Winnie must not be a bad guy after all. Aiden got out of his car and hopped on up to the front door, nearly going for the door handle before learning his manners and ringing the doorbell. “Santa’s here!” @winnieblythe
winnieblythe:
On account of being utterly clueless of just about everything, Aiden’s uncertainty around him has always soared over Winnie’s head. He thinks they’re friends – despite the ever so small issue of him not being able to remember Aiden’s name. He hadn’t been listening when Gray introduced them, and it’s gone on for too long now that he doesn’t feel he can ask. For all he knows, his name could actually be Santa. Maybe his parents were just really jazzed about Christmas. “Hello, my sweet summer child!” He greets cheerfully when he opens the door, giving Aiden an affectionate cheek pat. “Gray isn’t here. If you can believe it, he’s actually left the house, so I’m decorating. Can you give me a hand to get that–” he points at a hideous inflatable Santa, “–up into his room? I just think he’ll really appreciate it.”
Aiden laughed at the greeting, unsure of the nickname that Winnie had given him. Though the two had met briefly, Aiden always thought Winnie was a little - off. He didn’t mind the nicknames and carried along. “Hi, Winnie, how are you?” he smiled, giving a warm response. “He left the house? What did you do to him? Did you chase him out with your little gerbil or whatever it is?” he chuckled. “Um - should I put gloves on in case he tries to track fingerprints? This stays between us. I had no part in moving this Santa,” Aiden grabbed the Santa and headed up the stairs. He had become accustomed to the house in the few times he had been there. “So, I see you guys are going all out for this Christmas.”
winnieblythe:
What is his name? The question has been plaguing Winnie from the moment Aiden arrived, but it feels like it’s reached a crescendo. He attempts to study his face when he isn’t paying attention, just to see if he can figure out what name suits him, but to no avail. Winnie has the faint feeling it starts with a B, but that’s as far as his deduction skills have taken him. “That’s the point, Oversized Munchkin. It’ll be a surprise!” He sounds delighted at the possibility of scaring Gray half to death. “I’m thinking the bed though, personally. If he comes home really tired, he might just yeet,” – he uses the word again despite Aiden’s earlier questioning of it, “–himself into it and end up next to Santa – could you imagine? It’ll be brilliant.”
“Oversized munchkin? Please do not go around calling me that. I don’t need random nicknames being caught on,” he chuckled. Aiden laughed as Winnie used the word in the sentence again. “I think we’re going to need to find you some new vocabulary. You sound like my students right now,” Aiden couldn’t hold back his laughter at this point. “Are you trying to traumatize Gray? Poor guy is going to come home thinking that all is well and then next thing you know, you hear his screaming at the top of his lungs.” Aiden placed the Santa down onto the ground, his arms feeling quite weak. “Are you going to make it look like Christmas threw up all over this room too then?”
winnieblythe:
What is his name? The question has been plaguing Winnie from the moment Aiden arrived, but it feels like it’s reached a crescendo. He attempts to study his face when he isn’t paying attention, just to see if he can figure out what name suits him, but to no avail. Winnie has the faint feeling it starts with a B, but that’s as far as his deduction skills have taken him. “That’s the point, Oversized Munchkin. It’ll be a surprise!” He sounds delighted at the possibility of scaring Gray half to death. “I’m thinking the bed though, personally. If he comes home really tired, he might just yeet,” – he uses the word again despite Aiden’s earlier questioning of it, “–himself into it and end up next to Santa – could you imagine? It’ll be brilliant.”
“Oversized munchkin? Please do not go around calling me that. I don’t need random nicknames being caught on,” he chuckled. Aiden laughed as Winnie used the word in the sentence again. “I think we’re going to need to find you some new vocabulary. You sound like my students right now,” Aiden couldn’t hold back his laughter at this point. “Are you trying to traumatize Gray? Poor guy is going to come home thinking that all is well and then next thing you know, you hear his screaming at the top of his lungs.” Aiden placed the Santa down onto the ground, his arms feeling quite weak. “Are you going to make it look like Christmas threw up all over this room too then?”
winnieblythe:
Maybe I wouldn’t have to keep giving you random nicknames if I could remember your bloody name, he thinks, but the bright smile never wavers. He’ll have a lightbulb moment eventually, he’s sure, whereupon he’ll probably yell out Aiden’s name as though he’s been possessed. For now, though, Oversized Munchkin and Hagrid are his strongest contenders. When his vocabulary is called into question, Winnie responds by blowing a raspberry, which is, of course, the height of emotional maturity. “Fuck off. I’m a modern day Shakespeare.” Will he provide any contextual evidence to back up the statement? Absolutely not. “I’m not trying to traumatise him. It’s fun. We’re having fun.” One of them is. He doubts Gray will share the sentiment. “Yep! Of course. It’s gonna be so festive. Can you start hanging some tinsel up? You’re taller than me. Before you arrived, I’d just been thinking about how handy it would be to have The BFG here to help me decorate the places I can’t reach – and then you showed up! It can’t be a coincidence. I think – and I’m not being dramatic here – but I think God sent you.”
“Did you just insult Shakespeare? Shakespeare didn’t write the great Romeo and Juliet or Hamlet to let some weirdo insult him like that,” Aiden teased. “Sorry - I didn’t mean weirdo in a bad way. You are weird, but your’e still cool,” he continued on, rambling and hoping that his phrase to describe Winnie didn’t insult the other. “I think you’re having fun and Gray is going to lock us out of his house forever as punishment for scaring him with Mr. Holly Jolly over here,” he laughed. Aiden grabbed the tinsel and started placing it over the room, unsure of what he should really be doing. “I’m going to start a list on my phone about all the nicknames you’re giving me. Are you saying I’m an angel or something?” Aiden chuckled. “Well, I’m always here for all your little people needs.”
winnieblythe:
Maybe I wouldn’t have to keep giving you random nicknames if I could remember your bloody name, he thinks, but the bright smile never wavers. He’ll have a lightbulb moment eventually, he’s sure, whereupon he’ll probably yell out Aiden’s name as though he’s been possessed. For now, though, Oversized Munchkin and Hagrid are his strongest contenders. When his vocabulary is called into question, Winnie responds by blowing a raspberry, which is, of course, the height of emotional maturity. “Fuck off. I’m a modern day Shakespeare.” Will he provide any contextual evidence to back up the statement? Absolutely not. “I’m not trying to traumatise him. It’s fun. We’re having fun.” One of them is. He doubts Gray will share the sentiment. “Yep! Of course. It’s gonna be so festive. Can you start hanging some tinsel up? You’re taller than me. Before you arrived, I’d just been thinking about how handy it would be to have The BFG here to help me decorate the places I can’t reach – and then you showed up! It can’t be a coincidence. I think – and I’m not being dramatic here – but I think God sent you.”
“Did you just insult Shakespeare? Shakespeare didn’t write the great Romeo and Juliet or Hamlet to let some weirdo insult him like that,” Aiden teased. “Sorry - I didn’t mean weirdo in a bad way. You are weird, but your’e still cool,” he continued on, rambling and hoping that his phrase to describe Winnie didn’t insult the other. “I think you’re having fun and Gray is going to lock us out of his house forever as punishment for scaring him with Mr. Holly Jolly over here,” he laughed. Aiden grabbed the tinsel and started placing it over the room, unsure of what he should really be doing. “I’m going to start a list on my phone about all the nicknames you’re giving me. Are you saying I’m an angel or something?” Aiden chuckled. “Well, I’m always here for all your little people needs.”
winnieblythe:
Aiden isn’t the first person – nor will he be the last, if Winnie’s dismal track record is anything to go by – to call him weird. He’s decided to wear it as a badge of honour, irrespective of whether it’s intended in glowing terms. If he didn’t, if he let himself be affected by it, God knows where he’d be. Weird is fine. He can live with weird. “He can’t lock me out. I live here. Like, I signed papers and everything like a proper adult, so Gray can suck on that.” He didn’t just sign the papers. He also doodled over them, but it seems needless to mention it. “That’s exactly what I’m saying! An angel. My hero. I could kiss you.” He gathers up more tinsel in his arms, spreading it out over Gray’s windowsill and pulling a face at how dusty the surface is. “Hey, has your boyfriend ever heard of cleaning? This is obscene. Marie Kondo would be quaking.”
“Well, he could easily lock me out. We need to make a deal here. If Grayson asks, I had nothing to do with this and you just happened to hire some random construction worker from Craigslist to help you with all the small people stuff, deal?” Honestly, Aiden didn’t care if Winnie told Gray that Aiden was the one who made Christmas vomit all over his room, but he figured it’d be safe to just not let Gray know what’s been going on in the room. “I think we can do without the kissing. A fist bump is chill though,” he nodded. “Woah - Gray isn’t my boyfriend. I don’t know where you get that idea from,” Aiden laughed. It wasn’t the first time he’s heard this before. Rey had shipped the two since the beginning of time. “I think you should clean up for him so that he won’t be so upset that you threw up Christmas in his room.”
winnieblythe:
Aiden isn’t the first person – nor will he be the last, if Winnie’s dismal track record is anything to go by – to call him weird. He’s decided to wear it as a badge of honour, irrespective of whether it’s intended in glowing terms. If he didn’t, if he let himself be affected by it, God knows where he’d be. Weird is fine. He can live with weird. “He can’t lock me out. I live here. Like, I signed papers and everything like a proper adult, so Gray can suck on that.” He didn’t just sign the papers. He also doodled over them, but it seems needless to mention it. “That’s exactly what I’m saying! An angel. My hero. I could kiss you.” He gathers up more tinsel in his arms, spreading it out over Gray’s windowsill and pulling a face at how dusty the surface is. “Hey, has your boyfriend ever heard of cleaning? This is obscene. Marie Kondo would be quaking.”
“Well, he could easily lock me out. We need to make a deal here. If Grayson asks, I had nothing to do with this and you just happened to hire some random construction worker from Craigslist to help you with all the small people stuff, deal?” Honestly, Aiden didn’t care if Winnie told Gray that Aiden was the one who made Christmas vomit all over his room, but he figured it’d be safe to just not let Gray know what’s been going on in the room. “I think we can do without the kissing. A fist bump is chill though,” he nodded. “Woah - Gray isn’t my boyfriend. I don’t know where you get that idea from,” Aiden laughed. It wasn’t the first time he’s heard this before. Rey had shipped the two since the beginning of time. “I think you should clean up for him so that he won’t be so upset that you threw up Christmas in his room.”
winnieblythe:
“I’ll just say The BFG showed up to help. I mean, technically he did.“ If it were coming from anyone else, a tall tale like that simply wouldn’t stick, but Winnie has the defence of being, well, Winnie. Gray will likely be too weary to question it. “He’s not your boyfriend?” He looks at Aiden as though he’s messing with him, narrowing his eyes and staring him out before he cracks up with a disbelieving laugh. “Right. Good joke. I don’t care, man. I’ll officiate your inevitable wedding. Luna can be the page boy.” He drapes more tinsel around the bedroom; there’s no method to any of it, just childlike whim and a penchant for anything sparkly. “I think it’s time for the pièce de résistance.” He moves to the box with the tinsel, pulling out a group of disconcertingly cheerful, vacant-eyed snowmen with a gleeful flourish. They’re all holding instruments the colour of candy canes. Together, they form a band. “They’re voice activated! If Gray says anything they’ll start singing Frosty the Snowman. Even if he tells them to fuck off, jokes on him, ‘cause it’ll make them sing.” The snowmen will meet their maker very soon, he’s sure of it; he can already hear the sound of plastic hitting the ground when it’s thrown from a window. “I think they should go on the bedside table, don’t you? They can serenade him in the mornings.”
“I wish I could say that I’m insulted that you’re calling me the big friendly giant, but it’s nice to know that my height is not intimidating to you.” Aiden laughed again when Winnie brought up him and Grayson being together a second time. “No, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s my best friend from college and I’m sure Rey would state otherwise, but we’re just super close. Plus, I’ve been seeing a girl.” He did his best to get the point across that he wasn’t interested in men and that he wasn’t dating his best friend. “One, there is no wedding. Two, that gerbil is not going to come anywhere near me when and if I get married. I mean for all we know, Luna is the reason that Grayson isn’t home today,” he laughed. “Oh my goodness. Are you trying to have Grayson come home and murder you? If there’s anything that might upset him, this might be the thing to do it. I really want to hear them sing though,” he looked at the snowmen trying to figure out how he would be able to turn it on. “Oh, yes, an alarm clock for when he doesn’t want to get out of bed,” Aiden gleefully agreed.
winnieblythe:
“I’ll just say The BFG showed up to help. I mean, technically he did.“ If it were coming from anyone else, a tall tale like that simply wouldn’t stick, but Winnie has the defence of being, well, Winnie. Gray will likely be too weary to question it. “He’s not your boyfriend?” He looks at Aiden as though he’s messing with him, narrowing his eyes and staring him out before he cracks up with a disbelieving laugh. “Right. Good joke. I don’t care, man. I’ll officiate your inevitable wedding. Luna can be the page boy.” He drapes more tinsel around the bedroom; there’s no method to any of it, just childlike whim and a penchant for anything sparkly. “I think it’s time for the pièce de résistance.” He moves to the box with the tinsel, pulling out a group of disconcertingly cheerful, vacant-eyed snowmen with a gleeful flourish. They’re all holding instruments the colour of candy canes. Together, they form a band. “They’re voice activated! If Gray says anything they’ll start singing Frosty the Snowman. Even if he tells them to fuck off, jokes on him, ‘cause it’ll make them sing.” The snowmen will meet their maker very soon, he’s sure of it; he can already hear the sound of plastic hitting the ground when it’s thrown from a window. “I think they should go on the bedside table, don’t you? They can serenade him in the mornings.”
“I wish I could say that I’m insulted that you’re calling me the big friendly giant, but it’s nice to know that my height is not intimidating to you.” Aiden laughed again when Winnie brought up him and Grayson being together a second time. “No, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s my best friend from college and I’m sure Rey would state otherwise, but we’re just super close. Plus, I’ve been seeing a girl.” He did his best to get the point across that he wasn’t interested in men and that he wasn’t dating his best friend. “One, there is no wedding. Two, that gerbil is not going to come anywhere near me when and if I get married. I mean for all we know, Luna is the reason that Grayson isn’t home today,” he laughed. “Oh my goodness. Are you trying to have Grayson come home and murder you? If there’s anything that might upset him, this might be the thing to do it. I really want to hear them sing though,” he looked at the snowmen trying to figure out how he would be able to turn it on. “Oh, yes, an alarm clock for when he doesn’t want to get out of bed,” Aiden gleefully agreed.
winnieblythe:
The mere mention of Rey is enough to make Winnie misty-eyed. Be still his beating heart. He doesn’t know why Gray’s determined to keep them apart — it might have something to do with Winnie’s entire personality, but he can’t say he understands the line of reasoning — but true love always finds a way in the end. “I mean, Rey thinks you guys are together and she’s a beacon of beauty and truth, so I’m trusting her. And Luna is not a gerbil.” It’s an odd segue, one that comes drenched in incredulity. His loyalty to Luna changes like the weather. He’d been amused to think of her as a gerbil earlier, but now? It’s offensive. “She’s a hamster. Hamster.” He breaks the word up, enunciating each syllable. “If he murders me, he’ll have to find another roommate. I can’t pay rent from beyond the grave.” To be fair, Winnie is the human equivalent of an alarm clock for when Gray doesn’t want to get out of bed; the snowmen are surplus to requirement in that regard, but he appreciates the way Aiden thinks. Optimum inconvenience. That’s the goal. He spreads the snowmen out over the bedside table, switching them on as he goes. He stands back to admire his work for a moment before the grand reveal. “Sing!” he calls, and sing they do, in high-pitched, nauseating tones, rocking out to Frosty the Snowman as though it’s death metal. Winnie waves a finger as though he’s conducting a mini orchestra. “Look at them! One Direction, who? The Beatles, who?”
Aiden laughed at how Winnie described Rey. “I mean - she’s great and all, I wouldn’t say she’s a beacon of beauty and truth,” Aiden jokingly rolled his eyes. “You’re really trusting the mother of Gray over me - who is the actual source?” he laughed once again. “Okay, well I don’t know the difference. I mean they’re all rodents, aren’t they? Should I refer to her as a raccoon now? I think baby raccoons are far cuter than whatever she is,” he joked around once again. Though the two had only met a couple of times, Aiden was quickly warming up to the other faster than he thought he would. “That’s fine. I’ll move in, get rid of Luna, and we’ll all carry on with our day.” Aiden continued on. He watched as the snowmen sang in not so perfect harmony and didn’t know whether to laugh or to cover his ears with his hands so he decided to go with both. “I can’t believe that you just insulted The Beatles like that,” Aiden chuckled again. “Is there anything else you’re having me put up in Gray’s room?” Aiden looked around, examining the fiasco that was occurring before his eyes. Part of him felt bad because it was someone else’s room, but he also slightly found this amusing, maybe due to Winnie’s unlimited excitement.
winnieblythe:
The mere mention of Rey is enough to make Winnie misty-eyed. Be still his beating heart. He doesn’t know why Gray’s determined to keep them apart — it might have something to do with Winnie’s entire personality, but he can’t say he understands the line of reasoning — but true love always finds a way in the end. “I mean, Rey thinks you guys are together and she’s a beacon of beauty and truth, so I’m trusting her. And Luna is not a gerbil.” It’s an odd segue, one that comes drenched in incredulity. His loyalty to Luna changes like the weather. He’d been amused to think of her as a gerbil earlier, but now? It’s offensive. “She’s a hamster. Hamster.” He breaks the word up, enunciating each syllable. “If he murders me, he’ll have to find another roommate. I can’t pay rent from beyond the grave.” To be fair, Winnie is the human equivalent of an alarm clock for when Gray doesn’t want to get out of bed; the snowmen are surplus to requirement in that regard, but he appreciates the way Aiden thinks. Optimum inconvenience. That’s the goal. He spreads the snowmen out over the bedside table, switching them on as he goes. He stands back to admire his work for a moment before the grand reveal. “Sing!” he calls, and sing they do, in high-pitched, nauseating tones, rocking out to Frosty the Snowman as though it’s death metal. Winnie waves a finger as though he’s conducting a mini orchestra. “Look at them! One Direction, who? The Beatles, who?”
Aiden laughed at how Winnie described Rey. “I mean - she’s great and all, I wouldn’t say she’s a beacon of beauty and truth,” Aiden jokingly rolled his eyes. “You’re really trusting the mother of Gray over me - who is the actual source?” he laughed once again. “Okay, well I don’t know the difference. I mean they’re all rodents, aren’t they? Should I refer to her as a raccoon now? I think baby raccoons are far cuter than whatever she is,” he joked around once again. Though the two had only met a couple of times, Aiden was quickly warming up to the other faster than he thought he would. “That’s fine. I’ll move in, get rid of Luna, and we’ll all carry on with our day.” Aiden continued on. He watched as the snowmen sang in not so perfect harmony and didn’t know whether to laugh or to cover his ears with his hands so he decided to go with both. “I can’t believe that you just insulted The Beatles like that,” Aiden chuckled again. “Is there anything else you’re having me put up in Gray’s room?” Aiden looked around, examining the fiasco that was occurring before his eyes. Part of him felt bad because it was someone else’s room, but he also slightly found this amusing, maybe due to Winnie’s unlimited excitement.
winnieblythe:
To imply that Rey isn’t a beacon of endless beauty and wisdom is, frankly, blasphemous. Winnie looks mortally offended, turning away from the snowmen to address such a blatant lie. He’d curse Aiden out by name if he could remember it. “You’re wrong. It’s Rey’s world, we’re just living in it.” His argument would perhaps be taken more seriously if he wasn’t a) still draped in neon tinsel, and b) didn’t have the singing snowmen providing a backing track for it. “I’m not getting rid of Luna. Luna isn’t going anywhere – other than in your bed when I come over.” When Aiden asks if there’s anything else to be added to the room, Winnie steps back to look at his work, as though he’s Michelangelo appraising the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. “Nah, I think this is enough.” There’s a contemplative pause. “Right! We’re doing Emmy’s room next.” He clearly has a death wish.
“Okay, we’ll go with that since you seem to believe it,” Aiden went along. Aiden wasn’t going to question why Winnie thought of Rey in such a high regard. In a way, Rey has been like a mother to Aiden, always leaving a plate of food for when he came over after work, and just making sure that he was taken care of. Aiden was taken aback when Winnie stated that Luna was gonna end up on Aiden’s bed. “Woah - first off, you don’t know where I live, and two, I don’t think that my dogs will be very pleased with your rodent on my bed. Luna might not make it out of my house alive if you bring her over. My dogs are quite possessive. They’re small but mighty,” he laughed. His dogs really were possessive. He recalled the first time that one of his friends came over and his dogs went crazy when he got up to give his friend a bro hug. Aiden let out a deep sigh, unsure if it was a good idea to now decorate another room, but he would just say that Winnie threatened him into doing it or something, like that was even remotely believable. “Are you really trying to have your life be ended by two people now?”
winnieblythe:
To imply that Rey isn’t a beacon of endless beauty and wisdom is, frankly, blasphemous. Winnie looks mortally offended, turning away from the snowmen to address such a blatant lie. He’d curse Aiden out by name if he could remember it. “You’re wrong. It’s Rey’s world, we’re just living in it.” His argument would perhaps be taken more seriously if he wasn’t a) still draped in neon tinsel, and b) didn’t have the singing snowmen providing a backing track for it. “I’m not getting rid of Luna. Luna isn’t going anywhere – other than in your bed when I come over.” When Aiden asks if there’s anything else to be added to the room, Winnie steps back to look at his work, as though he’s Michelangelo appraising the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. “Nah, I think this is enough.” There’s a contemplative pause. “Right! We’re doing Emmy’s room next.” He clearly has a death wish.
“Okay, we’ll go with that since you seem to believe it,” Aiden went along. Aiden wasn’t going to question why Winnie thought of Rey in such a high regard. In a way, Rey has been like a mother to Aiden, always leaving a plate of food for when he came over after work, and just making sure that he was taken care of. Aiden was taken aback when Winnie stated that Luna was gonna end up on Aiden’s bed. “Woah - first off, you don’t know where I live, and two, I don’t think that my dogs will be very pleased with your rodent on my bed. Luna might not make it out of my house alive if you bring her over. My dogs are quite possessive. They’re small but mighty,” he laughed. His dogs really were possessive. He recalled the first time that one of his friends came over and his dogs went crazy when he got up to give his friend a bro hug. Aiden let out a deep sigh, unsure if it was a good idea to now decorate another room, but he would just say that Winnie threatened him into doing it or something, like that was even remotely believable. “Are you really trying to have your life be ended by two people now?”
winnieblythe:
Like most things, his devotion to Rey began as a joke. It was invented solely as something to torment Gray with, a sure-fire way of silencing him if he was being annoying, but it’s gone on for so long now that Winnie has no idea when – or if – it’ll end. “I’ll find out where you live.” He couldn’t be threatening if his life depended on it, but he’s under the mistaken impression that he sounds like Liam Neeson in Taken, just with a demonic hamster instead of a beloved daughter. “If your dogs even think about touching my Luna – ” she’s his Luna now, supposedly, despite spending a massive portion of his life cursing her out, “ – I’ll kill you. I might not be able to reach your neck, but I’ll find a way to strangle you.” Winnie’s well-accustomed to people sighing in his presence; he acknowledges Aiden’s with a petulant scowl. “No. I’m just trying to bring some Christmas cheer into this godforsaken house. It’s not a crime – or, if it is, it’s a crime of passion.”
“I’m very scared of you Winnie,” Aiden put his hands up, pretending to shake in fear. To be honest, Winnie seemed harmless, but it was those that seemed harmless that were the scariest people. “At this point, I’m surprised you don’t already know where I live, Winnie the Boo,” he laughed, thinking his nickname for the other was so clever. “It’s my dogs’ world and I’m just living in it. It’s not my fault that Luna is so evil that my dogs want to kick her out of the world. I mean she probably bullies your whole house for all I know,” Aiden was obviously joking. He wouldn’t let his dogs harm another animal. “A crime of passion? You make things sound so lovely. My mother would have loved you,” Aiden briefly mentioned, hoping there would be no questions pressed about his mother.
winnieblythe:
Like most things, his devotion to Rey began as a joke. It was invented solely as something to torment Gray with, a sure-fire way of silencing him if he was being annoying, but it’s gone on for so long now that Winnie has no idea when – or if – it’ll end. “I’ll find out where you live.” He couldn’t be threatening if his life depended on it, but he’s under the mistaken impression that he sounds like Liam Neeson in Taken, just with a demonic hamster instead of a beloved daughter. “If your dogs even think about touching my Luna – ” she’s his Luna now, supposedly, despite spending a massive portion of his life cursing her out, “ – I’ll kill you. I might not be able to reach your neck, but I’ll find a way to strangle you.” Winnie’s well-accustomed to people sighing in his presence; he acknowledges Aiden’s with a petulant scowl. “No. I’m just trying to bring some Christmas cheer into this godforsaken house. It’s not a crime – or, if it is, it’s a crime of passion.”
“I’m very scared of you Winnie,” Aiden put his hands up, pretending to shake in fear. To be honest, Winnie seemed harmless, but it was those that seemed harmless that were the scariest people. “At this point, I’m surprised you don’t already know where I live, Winnie the Boo,” he laughed, thinking his nickname for the other was so clever. “It’s my dogs’ world and I’m just living in it. It’s not my fault that Luna is so evil that my dogs want to kick her out of the world. I mean she probably bullies your whole house for all I know,” Aiden was obviously joking. He wouldn’t let his dogs harm another animal. “A crime of passion? You make things sound so lovely. My mother would have loved you,” Aiden briefly mentioned, hoping there would be no questions pressed about his mother.
winnieblythe:
For someone who spends their life christening people with absurd nicknames, it doesn’t sit well when the tables are turned. “That’s horrific. Never call me that again, sweet summer child.” To be fair, his name houses a veritable goldmine of possibilities. Even Winnie is a nickname in and of itself; his parents, rather disgustingly, named him Winston, which was a difficult burden for a child to take. He carried the cross admirably, but eventually demanded to be called Winnie. His parents had resisted, but when he told them it was either that or Baby Spice, they allowed it to become a thing. He supposes they’d hoped it would be a phase, the same way they hoped that Winnie dressing up as Morticia Addams and planning his own funeral whenever he experienced a minor inconvenience would also be a phase. Needless to say, neither of them were. “Luna has a lot of demonic energy, but I’m still quite partial to her and would rather she wasn’t eaten. I’ll leave her fate to the hamster God on Hamster Judgement Day. Will Luna be allowed into Heaven? Or will she be tossed into a lake of fire with the other heathen hamsters? I’m leaning more towards the latter, personally.” He’s never been told he makes things sound lovely, but he’ll take it. Would have? Past tense. He decides not to pry. “And my mum would love you. Both of my parents would. You’re tall enough to speak to God directly for them.”
Aiden let out a laugh, not sure if he should insult Winnie’s nickname that he’s assigned Aiden. He had a feeling there would be more to come. “What are you going to do if I keep calling you that?” he teased the other, not wanting to actually upset the other. Aiden wasn’t exactly one to give people nicknames. It was rare that he would find a nickname perfect for his friends. Maybe it was because his name wasn’t very nicknameable. He got called AJ during his childhood, but dropped that along with everything that reminded him of San Francisco the moment he stepped into Wilmington. Aiden laughed, hearing Winnie discuss Luna’s faith. Honestly, even if Aiden’s dogs weren’t the best dogs, he would still believe that they would end up in doggy heaven. His dogs truly were angels though. “I have a hard time believing that Luna is a hamster,” he continued. “Hamsters are cute and sweet. Gerbil seems more fitting. Even the name isn’t a pleasant word,” he laughed. “If your parents are anything like you, then I’m sure I would get along with them,” he mentioned. “Do you ever miss England?”
winnieblythe:
For someone who spends their life christening people with absurd nicknames, it doesn’t sit well when the tables are turned. “That’s horrific. Never call me that again, sweet summer child.” To be fair, his name houses a veritable goldmine of possibilities. Even Winnie is a nickname in and of itself; his parents, rather disgustingly, named him Winston, which was a difficult burden for a child to take. He carried the cross admirably, but eventually demanded to be called Winnie. His parents had resisted, but when he told them it was either that or Baby Spice, they allowed it to become a thing. He supposes they’d hoped it would be a phase, the same way they hoped that Winnie dressing up as Morticia Addams and planning his own funeral whenever he experienced a minor inconvenience would also be a phase. Needless to say, neither of them were. “Luna has a lot of demonic energy, but I’m still quite partial to her and would rather she wasn’t eaten. I’ll leave her fate to the hamster God on Hamster Judgement Day. Will Luna be allowed into Heaven? Or will she be tossed into a lake of fire with the other heathen hamsters? I’m leaning more towards the latter, personally.” He’s never been told he makes things sound lovely, but he’ll take it. Would have? Past tense. He decides not to pry. “And my mum would love you. Both of my parents would. You’re tall enough to speak to God directly for them.”
Aiden let out a laugh, not sure if he should insult Winnie’s nickname that he’s assigned Aiden. He had a feeling there would be more to come. “What are you going to do if I keep calling you that?” he teased the other, not wanting to actually upset the other. Aiden wasn’t exactly one to give people nicknames. It was rare that he would find a nickname perfect for his friends. Maybe it was because his name wasn’t very nicknameable. He got called AJ during his childhood, but dropped that along with everything that reminded him of San Francisco the moment he stepped into Wilmington. Aiden laughed, hearing Winnie discuss Luna’s faith. Honestly, even if Aiden’s dogs weren’t the best dogs, he would still believe that they would end up in doggy heaven. His dogs truly were angels though. “I have a hard time believing that Luna is a hamster,” he continued. “Hamsters are cute and sweet. Gerbil seems more fitting. Even the name isn’t a pleasant word,” he laughed. “If your parents are anything like you, then I’m sure I would get along with them,” he mentioned. “Do you ever miss England?”
winnieblythe:
For someone who spends their life christening people with absurd nicknames, it doesn’t sit well when the tables are turned. “That’s horrific. Never call me that again, sweet summer child.” To be fair, his name houses a veritable goldmine of possibilities. Even Winnie is a nickname in and of itself; his parents, rather disgustingly, named him Winston, which was a difficult burden for a child to take. He carried the cross admirably, but eventually demanded to be called Winnie. His parents had resisted, but when he told them it was either that or Baby Spice, they allowed it to become a thing. He supposes they’d hoped it would be a phase, the same way they hoped that Winnie dressing up as Morticia Addams and planning his own funeral whenever he experienced a minor inconvenience would also be a phase. Needless to say, neither of them were. “Luna has a lot of demonic energy, but I’m still quite partial to her and would rather she wasn’t eaten. I’ll leave her fate to the hamster God on Hamster Judgement Day. Will Luna be allowed into Heaven? Or will she be tossed into a lake of fire with the other heathen hamsters? I’m leaning more towards the latter, personally.” He’s never been told he makes things sound lovely, but he’ll take it. Would have? Past tense. He decides not to pry. “And my mum would love you. Both of my parents would. You’re tall enough to speak to God directly for them.”
Aiden let out a laugh, not sure if he should insult Winnie’s nickname that he’s assigned Aiden. He had a feeling there would be more to come. “What are you going to do if I keep calling you that?” he teased the other, not wanting to actually upset the other. Aiden wasn’t exactly one to give people nicknames. It was rare that he would find a nickname perfect for his friends. Maybe it was because his name wasn’t very nicknameable. He got called AJ during his childhood, but dropped that along with everything that reminded him of San Francisco the moment he stepped into Wilmington. Aiden laughed, hearing Winnie discuss Luna’s faith. Honestly, even if Aiden’s dogs weren’t the best dogs, he would still believe that they would end up in doggy heaven. His dogs truly were angels though. “I have a hard time believing that Luna is a hamster,” he continued. “Hamsters are cute and sweet. Gerbil seems more fitting. Even the name isn’t a pleasant word,” he laughed. “If your parents are anything like you, then I’m sure I would get along with them,” he mentioned. “Do you ever miss England?”