turbo heaven 🌼 marcoh

[outdistanced]

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[outdistanced]

I guess. It's not going to make that much of a difference if it keeps snowing.

[boxcar]

No, as in. It's a thing.

You find presents under the tree for you, and you open them in the morning.

[outdistanced]

[






blank stare ]

Why?

[boxcar]

It is an old tradition, but it's changed to be nicer. A lot of original traditions weren't so nice.

It's a good surprise for your family these days.

[outdistanced]

I've never heard of it. And I don't think anyone has family here, either? [ wait. the furries. ] Most of us.

[boxcar]

...

[ He crouches and starts looking amongst the boxes there. He would've just picked any decent-sized, hefty-enough box but fortunately, looks like there's a nametag for Laurence. ]

Here. This is yours.

[outdistanced]

Mine...?

[ accepts the box but just stands there holding it like ??????? ]

What, like they knew we were coming? Who even put these here?

[boxcar]

That is the idea. The patron leaves things for you under the tree for you to appreciate.

I guess here, it must be the angels, or maybe it just happens naturally.

[outdistanced]

[ hm. aight. ]

Kind of a weird tradition, isn't it? A present's fine, but why a tree?

[ time to unwrap this thing he guesses... ]

[boxcar]

A tree can be a stand-in for a lot of things. Like a cross.

...

But I don't know that much.

[ Enjoi your present, whatever it is. ]

[outdistanced]

If you say so.

[ it's... a picture? he stares at it for an uncomfortably long moment and then puts it back in the box. ]

What if we don't want it? Can we send it back?

[boxcar]

You don't like it?

...You can probably leave it if you don't.

[outdistanced]

It's a photo of someone I don't even get along with. What kind of present is that?

[ puts the box down... he might come back for it later when no ones looming. ]

[boxcar]

Really?

I guess sometimes, this place makes guesses too.

[outdistanced]

And it's not always right. [ anyway ] Is there one for you, too?

[boxcar]

... Maybe?

[ He looks... and retrieves a box. Everyone is getting pictures so he is getting one too.

He looks at it and his expression is a mix of soft but also conflicted, even a little guilty. ]

[outdistanced]

[ oh. hm. ]

Did they get yours wrong, too? [ sighs. ] Well, I guess we already knew this place was a little off.

[boxcar]

No, they didn't.

It's a picture of my sister.

[outdistanced]

Oh. [ didn't know you had family, big guy. ] You just didn't look that happy to see it...

[boxcar]

...

I'm worried about her.

[ That's why. ]

[outdistanced]

Oh... Yeah. I can understand that.

She was in trouble?

[boxcar]

[ A bit more silence before a nod. ]

... I put her in some trouble. It's my job to get her out of it.

[outdistanced]

[ there's an uncomfortable pause as laurence stares at the present box he left on the ground. ]

I can understand that, too.

I hope you can help her after all of this.

[boxcar]

[ Looking at Laurence looking at the box but Marcoh doesn't have that much insight. ]

It is the plan. I just need to make sure she is safe.

Whatever happens to me afterwards doesn't matter as much.

[outdistanced]

[ marcoh honey... that's fine though he doesn't really want to talk about it. we will focus elsewhere.

laurence doesn't really like the disregard for marcoh's own safety, but. ]

What kind of danger is she in? Or... both of you, maybe?