⊰ ;: ♕ :; ⊱ —— Caspar's always been a lover of Christmas, always seems to turn into an overexcited kid in the few weeks lead up. And this year is no different, regardless of the fact that it'll be his first one away from his family and home. So, there's a Santa had perched on those caramel locks and a grin on those lips, as he pads down the hall and towards the bedroom where he hopes to find his sleeping boyfriend. And if he plans on being a child and waking the other male up so that they can decorate the Christmas tree together, that's his own business.
Tip toeing over to the bed, the young dancer let himself slip under the blankets beside the sleeping boy. "Baby, wake up." There's a slight whine to his voice when he speaks, which is quickly lost in the silence as he peppers kisses along the boy's jawline, touch soft and gentle. "C'mon, we need to do the tree. S' already super late." He's whining again, lesser lip jutting out into a slight pout as he prods at the sleepy boy's arm impatiently. Definitely a child near Christmas, it seems.