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[solo_insanity]

Truth be told neither of them minded heights. Or cold for that matter. And definitely, definitely no qualms against snow. The pair sat on the roof under the stars with gently white puffs falling about them painting everything in that pristine white. Clean but somehow natural. The younger was in the older man's lap with a blanket across his legs, hot chocolate in his hands, and resting his back against his partner. Ever half a minute or so he would droop and then catch himself falling asleep followed quickly by a sheepish smile.

"My, my, are you sure you don't want me to hold that? If not, we just might be wearing it."

A quick shake of the head and reddening of his cheeks, the younger mumbled something about taking care of it himself. The older couldn't help but laugh at that. Something about it was endearing, and like a hundred other things about his double he couldn't explain to himself why they were so. They just were. And for a lazy and simple man like, Tyki Mikk, that was enough.

They continued to sit in silence. The quiet between them wasn't awkward. They'd done this countless times before sometimes drunk, sometimes sober. They'd lived together long enough not to require every moment between them being filled with words. Though the quiet was soon to be interrupted.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Ah. The cookies. They'll burn."

The both slid off the roof to land in before the front door. The younger even managed to not spill his drink which in return he received amused nod of his head from his double. Luckily they were both able to save the cookies before they were burnt. Truly the largest of Christmas miracles given these two. Then came the frosting and the packaging of them. Though mostly the younger one took the brunt of that. The older man kept dabbing frosting on his partner's face for the sole purpose of licking it off. There was a lot of grumbles during this process, but they finally finished and with coats and hats and baskets and no weapons whatsoever they foraged out into the snow.

They arrived at a gated mansion and let themselves in for the owner surely wouldn't mind. She even strode in as they were setting the table giving each a kiss on the cheek before a child half their size came colliding into the two with hugs of her own.

The second year of this tradition. A family dinner. Perhaps it wasn't their old family and not the right location, but on this night it really didn't matter. Neither of them would trade it for the world.