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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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Pollution grinned brightly and leaned over to tap on the box, sending the insects scattering. "Ok, Spot for the boy. But what for the girl?" He paused for a thought and laughed,"Speaking of which, we may have to seperate them unless we want a swarm on our hands."

Famine chuckled and looked down at the insects. "You mean we don't want a swarm?" He studied the insects for another moment, then shrugged. "I don't know. I'm sure something will come to me eventually."

"Well, not right now anyway. They at least deserve a nice field in America for their children to grow up," Pollution laughed, resting his head against Famine's shoulder and looking down at the little insects.

Famine chuckled and rested his head on Pollution's. "You're right about that, they do." He turned slightly and kissed the top of Pollution's head, then settled against him again. "That will be wonderful, I always love a good plague of locusts."

Pollution smiled distractedly at the little cage, most of his being focused on Famine even has his eyes were directed at the locusts. "I'm glad you liked them. I wondered if you would."

Famine smiled into Pollution's hair and hugged him tightly. "I love them, thank you."

Deciding that any more words weren't needed, Pollution just smiled and leaned it, capturing Famine's lips with his own.

Famine smiled and pulled Pollution closer. He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper "Merry Christmas" before kissing again.