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Date: December 25, 1999
Setting: The Lobby
Status: Semi-Private (Pollution and Famine)(But who's to stop others to walking in on them? It is a public room in which a Christmas tree is located on Christmas.)
Summary: In which presents are opened, a Horseman or two falls in love, and one typist is entirely too sappy for her own good.

Pollution didn't like winter. He didn't like, dispite what his wardrobe may point to, the white of the fresh snow on the ground or the calm clean air. The was the problem, actually. Winter was too damn clean, especially when the snow had just fallen and left a white blanket on the cold ground. Who ever heard of his snowing on Chirstmas? And it didn't even have the decency to be the dirty brown snow that gathered along sidewalks and streets, full of soil and grease and exhaust from cars. Now that was snow. Or, at least, snow he liked.

Sighing sadly and pushing down the urge to run outside and make the snow fit his desires, Pollution turned from the window and back towards the monstrosity of a Christmas tree where Famine had promised to meet him. They had presents to open. Pollution had already pulled the presents that belonged to him and Famine aside, though in a neat pile they were not. The diffrent boxes looked as though they had been pushed over by a convient couch by a careless foot that didn't think there could possibly be any breakable inside.

While waiting, he wondered over to the tree, looking at the ornaments with detached amusement, absently flicking one of his cans. He saw the tattered crown and scales next to eachother and felt a little bubble of happiness pop in him. He liked Famine, maybe loved him. Little things like that made him think that maybe the feelings were returned. Oh, there was sex, sure, and kisses and touches. But, Pollution had learned from Pestillence not to take such things so seriously, no matter how they made his heart race when shared with a certian special someone. Looks, small actions, and little smiles were enough for Pollution. They were what really mattered.

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Famine saw Pollution poking at the tree when he walked in, and smiled as he came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Pollution's waist. "Morning, gorgeous." He noticed which ornaments in particular Pollution was looking at and smiled. "Merry Christmas." Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the pile of presents next to the couch and he felt a sudden burst of nervousness. He desperately hoped Pollution would like his gift, or that it would at least make him smile. He loved Pollution's smile. And the way his eyes lit up. And his laugh. And... He finally pulled himself away from that line of thought before he got too caught up in it and gestured to the couch. "Shall we sit?"