Merry Christmas.
Oh, you rebel. You and Nadia are tied, then - actually she dyed her hair pink and cut it, so I think she’s won. Nadia’s more of a rebel than you are. That aside, I’ll help. We’ll come up with something, but you’ll have to tell me things. Thanks, I’m sure loads of thought went into that gift.
Pssh, she’s not, she’s just a gleeful little girl. Tell you things, right, I’ll keep that in mind. It did, actually.
Merry Christmas.
Kind of. Right, yeah, both of our families will hate me for it, but I’m used to it, plus I want to help you. Besides, going against my family comes natural to me and it’s basically a talent. You, on the other hand, don’t rebel. You might need me.
I rebel. I dyed my hair. But yeah, point taken - I might need you. You can help me. Consider it your present.
Merry Christmas.
You make it seem like a prison. I’ll help you, though, if you want.
Well it kind of is a prison, isn’t it? Yeah, help… not sure if that’ll be popular. Mitchell helping a Howard break from his family’s fortune? They’ll be at your damn neck.
Merry Christmas.
So, what are you going to do now? I mean, it sort of seemed like your life plan was based off of success and whatnot.
Actually, I’m probably going to break out of the whole family business soon.
Merry Christmas.
That’s true. And, I’m sure you know it’s the same on my end, too. I mean, I am spending Christmas with you instead of Simon or Zack if that’s any indication. But, that wasn’t my question. I asked what was important to you, not what made you happy.
They’re the same thing. What’s important is what makes me happy.
Merry Christmas.
No, it’s not. It’s a perfect time to ask those kinds of questions, so go on, tell me. Yeah, it probably would’ve. Good thing I’m klutzy, I’ll always provide entertainment for you.
To you everyday is a fine time to ask those kinds of questions.. But fine. Fine. I’m happiest when I’m with you - you make me happy. Good enough answer?
Merry Christmas.
Then what is important? Yeah, you should’ve been there when I was almost fell out of a tree. You probably would’ve laughed so hard.
Christmas is a weird time for those kinds of questions. It would’ve probably made my day. So sad I wasn’t there.
Merry Christmas.
Why’s that? Yeah, I could probably come up with a way. It’s not exactly mission impossible. I’m sure once I trip into something, you’ll at least laugh.
They don’t seem so important anymore, I guess. Yeah, you’re right, I’ll most likely laugh at that.
Merry Christmas.
Okay, fine. What would make you happy? And if you say money or success, I’m going to going to Christmas cheer on your ass.
I don’t think money or success would make me all that happy, anymore.
Just stick around, you’ll probably make me smile eventually.
Merry Christmas.
It’s Christmas, you’re alive, uh, let’s see I haven’t shaved my head. Plus, you get to spend it with me, you’re so lucky. At least it isn’t Easter, that holiday makes absolutely no sense.
Cheers to all of that.
Merry Christmas.
You’re making Christmas painful. If you don’t start smiling, Kris, I’m going to sing carols to you.
Give me something worth smiling for then. If you can.
Merry Christmas.
And no, Nadia, that isn’t an invitation to barge into my room and sing Christmas carols at the top of your lungs.
Yeah, Nadia, no carols.
isabelle-baxter replied to your post:
/i can’t imagine him liking christmas.
/prolly cuz he never gets any gifts, poor fellah. He’s had a couple of glasses then~
Fuck it.
How can you be so sure? It could happen. No Kris, we’ll hangout on Christmas instead. Yeah, I’ll see you in a few.
I won’t bald, Kirstie, that’s just how it is.
(Source: kris-howard)
