Hermitcraft Christmas Prompts!

Day 7: Christmas sweaters

Christmas sweater, that was something Doc did not own. He has never had a reason to, it was always chest out for him. But this particular winter it was ten times colder than normal, so he felt like it was finally time to get one.

Good for him, his boyfriend just so happened to know a thing or two about clothes making. So with a quick trip through the Nether he arrived at Grian's base... Only to find it crowded with Hermits.

"Uh, what's going on here?" asked Doc, walking up Stress and Iskall.

"We're here to get clothes!" smiled Stress, "My duck onesie got torn a bit yesterday, so I wanted to get it fixed!"

And that's how Doc ended up stuck in a room with most of the other Hermits, on the bottom of the list for help. He tried to use the boyfriend, but it didn't work.

When it was finally his turn Doc couldn't help but smile. Grian was standing in the room with a dark navy blue tailors on, a pastel blue shirt under it. Around his neck rested a tape measure. All in all, he looked like a real tailor.(He actually was, but don't tell the Hermits that!)

"Doc!" exclaimed Grian, happy to see his boyfriend, but confused as to why he was here, "What are you doing here? You haven't destroyed your H.I.B suit again have you?"

"No nothing like that! I just came to see my lovely boyfriend, what's so wrong with that?" asked Doc innocently, hands folded behind his back.

The dirty blond chuckled at the creepers antics, "There's nothing wrong with that!" after he said that Grian got a gleeful grin on his face, "Now, your after a sweater I guess? Any specific colors you'd like? Patterns?"

Doc blushed, seems like he'd been found out. Damn it, "Green and white selburose, please"

Grian raised an eyebrow in amusement, and a smirk formed, "Alright, I already have you mesures so you can go now, you'll pay for it when it's done"

"How about I pay you tonight?" purred Doc. More joking then anything, but still a bit serious.

"Tempting, but I'm afraid that won't do," the builder laughed at Doc's disappointed face, "Sorry babe, but a good night won't pay for the time and materials needed for this"

Doc huffed, but accepted the truth, "Alright, but can I at least be high on the list?"

Grian didn't answer immediately, he instead waltzed up and pulled the brunette in a quick kiss, "I'll see what I can do"

Doc smiled down at the smaller and placed another kiss on his lips, "Thank you, love you"

"Love you too," smiled Grian, before ushering Doc towards the door, "Now go! I have people to see!"

Doc left with a laugh, god he loved that man! He decided to check up on Area 77, only to find a package with his name on it in the front.

He blinked down at it owlishly for a few seconds before opening it, and to his surprise he found a sweater that looked exactly like the one he'd imagined Grian would make!

He rummaged through the box, searching for a letter or something he could use to identify the sender (though he was pretty sure he already knew who it was from). Ah-ha! There it was!

Your pretty obvious with what you want, you know. Especially when it comes to clothes.

-G

Has he said how much he loved this man? Because he really loved this man.

He patted his pocket, feeling a small box resting there. Yeah, he loved that man.

<>How late is this? 30 or 40 years? I couldn't tell from behind all the angst I've got planned for TRMAS :P

Next chapter will explain what the hell's going on, so look out for that!

Now have a wonderful time everyone!<>