“Merry Christmas! Let’s get wasted.”
there’s very little that can catch daphne blake off guard. the blake family had always been a whirlwind of it’s own and dedicating her adolescence to solving mysteries with a group of polar opposite friends, and those two experiences combined made her pretty hard to surprise. but something about seeing nibs on her door step late at night leaves her a little confused. “merry christmas,” she giggles, tugging on the sleeve of her sweater nervously. “is that your gift to me? booze and being loud?” wordlessly she takes his hand, pulling him out of the cold and into the warmth of the townhouse. @nathan-nibs













