[OPEN THREAD!] HAPPY THANKSGIVING GUYS!

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Characters: EVERYONE!
Setting: All over the mansion!
Content: It's Thanksgiving for all you American folks, so let's celebrate and be thankful!
Status: It's the US OPEN! WHOOO!


It's thanksgiving weekend. Anyone who hasn't gone home to their family is milling about. The faculty has sprung for an enormous bird and all the fixings, with some student volunteers to help out with preparations. Dinner is around 6ish, possibly later.

Post here with any and all Thanksgiving related activities you desire. Tell people who you're thankful for, gorge yourself of foodstuffs, get excessive with your shopping, do the hokey pokey with a native american headdress. Just have fun! Logan, like me, is probably somewhere grousing about how Thanksgiving was back in October, but (like me) he's not going to complain about a turkey dinner do-over!

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[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Owie. :( Julian pulls his hand away, but too late. He winces, but his smile flashing into a pleased grin at her blush. He swings around again to slide an arm around her waist, ducking his head to hover his lips over her shoulder.] I have no clue what you're talking about. I'm exactly where I wanna be.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She can't help but smile at that and to pause in her work for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his arms around her. Her eyes close for a moment as she murmurs a reply.] They might end up putting you to work if you keep distracting me like this.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[His lips find her shoulder, and he kisses it above her shirt, squeezing her back against him with a audible, content sigh. His voice is soft, muffled before he pulls back to finish his response near her ear.] I'll just say you were distracting me, sweetheart. It's not a lie...

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Distracting you from what? Football and beer? [She grins as she opens her eyes again, adding and mixing ingredients again.] I'm sure they'll take that charge very seriously.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He rests his cheek against her hair, looking down at the bowl with her with a soft smile and a chuckle.] It is serious. In fact, I'm sure the commercial break is over by now... [He peers up at the clock across the room. It's been several minutes. Oh god, his game. D: But he can hold out a bit more. He turns his eyes back to her, his lips tugging up.] And where am I? Watching you make pie.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Aww, I feel so special! [Now she's just teasing him. She can't help it. The bowl gets set aside in favour of a pile of dough and a rolling pin.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

You should feel special. [He says this teasingly, maybe looking over his shoulder in the direction of the rec room. Shhh.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She catches that glance out of the corner of her eye and half turns, nudging him gently with her hip.] Go watch the game, sugah.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Damn, he's been caught. Still, he leans in towards her face and raises an eyebrow, his eyes dipping down to her lips for a moment.] Will you bring me a beer and a sandwich?

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She just outright laughs at that.] Hell no! You've got two legs and two hands. You can get 'em yourself, sugah. [Yes yes. She knows he's teasing now.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[His lips stretch into a grin and he leans back, pulling away from her to weave around a passing student and open the fridge in the limited space he can. He snakes a hand in and pulls out a beer, showing it to her with a wink. Then he reaches into the fridge further and pulls out half of a leftover sandwich he ate yesterday. Then he returns to loosely wrap an arm around her again, smiling down at her.] Now make me some pie while I watch the game, sweetheart. [The urge to crane his neck and plant a departing kiss to her lips is daunting, but he manages to ignore it.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at him.] You're real lucky I like you, sugah.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

You're real lucky I like you, too. [He leans down to kiss her hair, pulling away from her to walk around the kitchen island and towards the door.] I have to get my own beer and sandwich. Who do you think you are?

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Rogue's showing a lot of self restraint right now by just shaking her head again and making a somewhat rude gesture in his direction. He's lucky, okay? There's an apple nearby that she totally could've chucked at his head!]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He just makes a face of mock offense in her direction, lifting a hand to hold over his heart, as if it cut him real deep. Then he slips out the door and back to his beloved football.]