just write it all out

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Pins and Needles - 01/09/16

"Look, babe, all you have to do is hold it steady while I screw these out."

"Look, babe, it's really hard when there's an army of needles stabbing your face and arms and feet and legs and everywhere else," I replied. "But I'm trying my best when I just have these gloves."

He sighed, but I could imagine him smiling down there underneath all the branches. "I guess that's all I can ask of you." I glimpsed his fingers working at the metal again, and the tree swayed as I attempted to keep it from falling over. "Ah, there. You ready to hand it over?"

"I've been ready. Since you asked me to help you take this damned tree down."

He stood up and reached through the miniature swords, grimacing. "Ugh, you're right, this is painful. My bad."

"That's right." I smiled and dragged my fingers back. "I'll go open the door for you."

As he hefted the tree up from the base, I ran ahead of him, opening the front door and stepping outside in my bare feet. The concrete was slightly damp from the morning rain, and I wondered again when it would snow. So much for a white Christmas. Or New Year's Eve, or Day.

He rounded the corner to the main hallway and I could hear him muttering curses under his breath as pine needles flew everywhere, the tree being dragged against the floor and the walls. "Why do you always make me do all the work, Mitchy?"

I just smiled again, "You're the man, Scotty."

What was this I'm crying it's so bad

"We should stick together, like sticky rice. That'd be sticky nice." - my family

Yet another wip for today's drawing bc I'm stupid lol bye