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Cyrek could understand that. Christmas in Los Angeles was definitely not the most scenic, nor did it hold a terrible amount of Christmas spirit with the beach. He had always been someone to love the snow and the white winters, so long as he wasn’t the one going outside to build the snowman. It was fun up until he was being whacked with a snowball. Cracking open his bottle of beer and taking a swig of it while the other talked about his home, he tried to recall if he had ever traveled to Portland. After being through so many places, it was difficult to remember where he had been and where he hadn’t been. After a moment, he dug up the memory and nodded slowly, letting it flood in in bits and pieces. Portland was… eccentric, to say the least, and a pretty little place. “I loved Portland, I’d love to go there again. You miss your family? Meteora… well, it’s an island, so there isn’t much fuckin’ snow… it does get chilly. It’s a scenic little place. Arketá, we’d say…” he replied with a little hum, reminiscing on his own place that he called home, his face falling a little before turning to a small smile again, sweeping over it, “Christmas is kind of a rough fuckin’ holiday if you can’t go back home though, you know? It’s really fuckin’ hard when there’s nobody to spend the holidays with.”
Knox nodded along as Cyrek spoke, taking slow easy sips from his beer as he eyed the people and activity bouncing around the shore. Knox considered himself a traveler, and he was always interested to learn more about different countries and cultures, including Cyrek’s. “That sound neat. The snow can be a pain in the ass sometimes, if I’m being honest. It’s mostly just nice to look at on holidays. If it does snow then. It’s mostly rain,” Knox admitted, setting his beer in the sand to lay back further, soaking in the sun’s rays. “That does sound rough. I’ll tell you what, Cyrek, if you don’t have better plans this Christmas, then you can visit my parents. They’re pretty chill and love meeting my LA friends.”
