[John's never been in love with any holiday really. Mostly because his family life sucked before he ran away from it and then, well. Then he had nobody to celebrate the holidays with until he came to Xavier's. And by that time he'd grown a little bitter about it. Plus a little known fact about John? He might have been born in America, but he spent most of his childhood in Australia. Thanksgiving isn't celebrated in Australia.
So John is settled on a couch in the rec room, playing with his Zippo and staring into space. He's not over by the bunch of rowdy fucktard boys crowded around the TV to watch football, because John couldn't care less about sports. Or the people watching them, for that matter. Mostly he's just waiting for the pie.]
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So John is settled on a couch in the rec room, playing with his Zippo and staring into space. He's not over by the bunch of rowdy fucktard boys crowded around the TV to watch football, because John couldn't care less about sports. Or the people watching them, for that matter. Mostly he's just waiting for the pie.]