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*walks up to her with a grin on his face and four leaf clover sunglasses in hand* Missy, your party gear.

Missouri's brow quirked as Colorado approached, noticing the festive sunglasses in his fingers. "Why thank you, Colly," she said, a cheeky grin forming on her lips as she reached out to take them. She put them on with a flurry of her hand. Ah, perfect.

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Aye!

Remember, muckers--the only good St. Paddy's day is a shite-faced one.

Happy St. Paddy's Day

All the necessary provisions including green beads, shamrock glasses and green beer will be handed out by Agent Missouri and I.

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Move [au month]

"What the hell is going on, Charlie?"

It was the first thing Michelle had said since the power went out about an hour ago. It was day one of week 2 of this... outbreak, or whatever it was. They'd been out when a shambling man tried to scratch her last week, just before they heard the emergency broadcast on the radio about staying inside and locking the doors. They collected supplies--food, water, blankets--the next day and watched the city start crumbling in wake of the spreading infection. They hid away in Michelle's apartment and watched or listened to broadcasts hoping for something besides the constant drone of announcers telling the world to stay inside until everything was under control.

Now they were without power, with only the light of mid-afternoon shining through the windows to keep the room lit. The smaller of the two fidgeted with a radio, trying to find a signal after the station they'd been listening to went silent. Her black hair was a misshapen mess on the right side of her head from how many times she'd run her fingers through it.

They were running low on food even with how they'd stocked up. They'd have to go out eventually.

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Missouri eyed the man softly as she ate, but by no means did she gape or gawk. He already seemed flustered enough from lack of sleep; he didn't need probing eyes to befuddle him further.

Her slightly raised brows dipped down into a furrow at his words, a small hum of contemplation passing her lips while she chewed. "Y'know," she started, "I could help you with your" a mimicking pause, "... sleep thing." And she couldn't help the little smile that crept across the corners of her mouth, hand hovering for a moment while she looked at him before she forked more food onto her tongue, returning her gaze to her tray.

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Giant’s Causeway, Northern Ireland (by alessandro 1948)

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Belfast, United Kingdom

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Missouri couldn't help the way her brow inclined at Texas's response, but she said nothing under the pinning glare likely accompanying the other Agent's crossed arms. Not a word had gotten through her lips before Texas was storming off. She watched her go, and with a slightly timid raise of her hand in farewell to the fading back of the other woman, she muttered a final "Merry Christmas...!"

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There are good ships and there are wood ships, the ships that sail at sea. But the best ships are friendships, and may they always be.

Irish toast (via thunderontheplains)

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Missouri returned his half-smile with her own, soft and kind, although as she stood there while he spoke, she couldn't help but let her lips curl into an almost-grin, followed by a quiet chuckle. Vermont never failed to be a little bit rambly, even in a state of exhaustion.

She hesitated, though. Her eyes drifted over to the table where she normally sat with Agent Colorado. It was only for a moment. Sitting somewhere else for once shouldn't be a big deal.

"Thank you," Missouri said, trying to keep as much amusement out of her voice as she could, placing her tray on the table and sitting herself down in the seat next to him. "So what's got you all flah'ed out, then? Or are you just not a mornin' person?"

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Missouri's face lit up. "Ah! Thought so," She grinned, "Me grandma was French." She'd never met her own grandmother; she'd passed before Missouri was born. But she remembered the few times her family had travelled to France to visit relatives when she was a child. She knew a few French words, but she rarely spoke them. The language sounded strange mixed with her Irish tongue.

She nodded at the other Agent's observation as she grabbed a tray. "Thas' right! Northern Ireland, my love and home. Moved to the states in my late teens. Accent's still on strong, though." She let out a huff of breath through her nose in a scoff. Her eyes took on a nostalgic glow. "Maybe I'll visit on leave."

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“Yes…Consumable. It is not good it is not bad but it is food.” She shrugged once more. Missouri did not repeat the word in a way that was rude. Just inquisitive and really there was nothing else to talk about as they continued waiting in line. Both women were unfamiliar with each other or what really to talk about…Alaska more so then Missouri it seemed. Then again she was never good at figuring out what was okay to talk about and what was not.

And for a while the two were quite, only moving when the line surged forward yet still holding hands. Neither seemed willing to let go just yet. The comfortable silence was broken open however when Missouri asked where she might be from. Snapping her eyes back on the other woman Alaska blinked. Where was… “Yes…i…am from France. I’ve lived on the outskirts of Paris all my life..” she smiled softly. It wasn’t often someone too an interest in where she was from. Even if it was just from an accent. “And you? It sounds Irish but it is hard to tell” Excitement was already in her voice

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Instead of waiting for Missy to come to him, Colly went over to the medical wing to pay her a little Christmas visit. In the little box was a 4 leafed clover spinner ring, something that was known to help with nerves and anxiety. "Hello darling and Merry Christmas, I know you said not to bother with a gift this year, but I got you something small. I hope I'm not in toooo much trouble." With that, he handed over the box to her, a small little smile gracing his lips as he waited for her to open it.

Missouri's brow raised, looking between Colorado and the box a moment before she gave the man a mock, almost offended look, playfully slapping him on the arm. But nonetheless, she set to opening it. There was no use in not accepting it, now that he'd bought it.

She shook her head, and was about to add a scolding complaint before she opened the lid. She stopped and eyed the little ring, and as she reached inside to inspect the little four-leaf clovers engraved in the silver surface, the top portion spun. She'd heard of these... and she knew exactly what they were for.

"Oh, Charlie," she breathed, immediately taking off her glove to try it on her index finger. It fit perfectly. A small smile sprouted on her lips and she let out a single chuckle, then moved forward and pressed her head gently against his chest. "Thank you, I love it."

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Oh, Mich, haha! These colours are stunning. Makes me feel more at home. Thank you!

Although s'a lil hard to go on dates on a ship, don't ya think...?

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Texas's attitude was expected, but it was still a little startling. She only shrugged again, though, remaining as understanding and indifferent as she could. "Didn't expect you t'know. DIdn't expect you t'know or need wee lil me at all." She smiled sweetly. "Everyone got something from me. Wouldn't be fair to leave you out, now would it?"

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I happened to spot this in the store and thought it would be perfect for you, dear. I know how much you love dressing up. Hope you like it and Merry Christmas!

Oh dolly, y'shouldn't have! It's just darlin'.

Going straight to the front of my wardrobe it is!

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Missouri giggled at the documentary-like voice with which he regarded the scene depicted on the front of the sweater, pleased that he seemed to be getting a kick out of the present.

She accepted the kiss to her forehead with a grin and squinted eyes, standing on her tip-toes a moment for him before settling back on her heels. He put the sweater on before her, and as he tucked it down and it fit him just about perfectly, she couldn't suppress another giggle. "It suits you, Charlie," she teased.

I guess this puts a spin on ‘Reindeer games’, doesn’t it? Ha!

Merry Christmas, ya lovely plonker

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I'm glad y'like it! You should model it for me some time.

I was a little iffy on the colour. How’s pink?

Merry Christmas!

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!!! Thank you, i will treasure this for years to come.