Merry Chrysler || The Rickmans || Closed
Terran received two dog dishes and a collar, both which read ‘NONCE’ in big, black letters. He also received an envelope with €1,000, along with a note that read “Buy your own damn presents because I will inevitably fuck it up for you, child.”
Veronica received a brand new bottle of Wonderstruck, along with a check for €1,000, and a note that read, “I’m sure those dragons need to eat.”
Sydney got a check for €1,100, along with a note that read, “I had no idea what physical thing to give you, because you seem to like experiences more than stuff. But please don’t spend it all on weed, as it’ll go bad before you can smoke it all.”
Finally, Dany received a signed photograph of Emilia Clarke, along with a check for €1,000, with a note saying, “When I look into your cute little face, it’s so Khaleesi to spoil you rotten!”
Alan creaked open the door, and Keira’s husky puppy happily ran in. The puppy jumped up to their bed, and began to lick the tears off of Keira’s face, its paws on her shoulders and it’s tail wagging happily.
Terran scratched his dog Max behind the ears, smiling at the SUCCESS of his wholesome meme.
Veronica scratched the back of her head. She was quite SURE she’d been on track with her feedings. Maybe her charts were off.
“No weed brownie for YOU, then,” Sydney murmured snarkily but he was grinning anyway.
Dany wasn’t going to tell her father Sansa was actually her favourite character & that the Game of Thrones show had gone to SHIT after the fourth season. Not after he’d clearly put so much EFFORT into her present.
Keira gently moved the puppy away from her. She’d given up on telling people she wanted to be left ALONE on Christmas, it never seemed to work. She looked up, giving Alan a strained TIRED smile as she got off of the bed, one hand running through her silvery hair.
“Mornin’“ she murmured quietly, realising she would apparently have to disregard her own feelings to make her family (Alan) happy today.