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anachronos Ripley had grown used to spending Christmas alone in Storybrooke. It seemed like so long ago his wife and daughter had been around to spend the holidays with him. So long he could not quite grasp how many years. It could not be as many as it felt. These past few years had seen him spending quiet Christmases with Wolf.
This year was going to be different. He had invited Graham for the Holiday and to his surprise, the sheriff had accepted.
Now he was staring at the box to the sad excuse for a meal he was throwing together and wishing Granny's would have been open. Why had he thought this was a good idea? Graham would have been possibly better of on his own but there was food at last and coffee and an overly affectionate dog.
And hanging betwen his stocking and Wolf's was one with Graham's name on it. full of sweets he actually enjoyed and coffee grounds from rhe cafe among other things. A box under the tree somewhat sloppily wrapped had his name as well.
All his night was missing was the sheriff himself.
And Ripleywould be lying if he said he was not nervously anticipating his arival.
He still wasn't sure if they were anything more than friends who had had sex, but he was happy with whatever it wasthey did have. there was no one he would rather spend the holiday with.
This year was going to be different. He had invited Graham for the Holiday and to his surprise, the sheriff had accepted.
Now he was staring at the box to the sad excuse for a meal he was throwing together and wishing Granny's would have been open. Why had he thought this was a good idea? Graham would have been possibly better of on his own but there was food at last and coffee and an overly affectionate dog.
And hanging betwen his stocking and Wolf's was one with Graham's name on it. full of sweets he actually enjoyed and coffee grounds from rhe cafe among other things. A box under the tree somewhat sloppily wrapped had his name as well.
All his night was missing was the sheriff himself.
And Ripleywould be lying if he said he was not nervously anticipating his arival.
He still wasn't sure if they were anything more than friends who had had sex, but he was happy with whatever it wasthey did have. there was no one he would rather spend the holiday with.
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Date: 2012-12-28 03:01 am (UTC)He'd left the office early, thinking that would give him plenty of time, and had ended up getting roped into covering for someone at the animal shelter because they had to leave early too (probably for a similar reason as Graham had left work early). Why was he there in the first place, you ask? Well, that had to do with what he was getting Ripley for christmas, a gift he wasn't entirely sure about since it was a kind of sensitive thing to just give someone but he figured if Rip didn't want it he could just keep it himself. Hence it was tucked away against his chest under his leather jacket, safe and warm.
Getting it there, however, had been a bit of a challenge. While he was getting dressed (which had taken a lot longer than it should because he'd found himself fretting over every single detail in a ridiculous fashion) the present had managed to hide itself away in a most ingenious fashion. It took him forever to find it again, and then he couldn't remember where he'd put his gift for Wolf and so he tore up his whole apartment looking for it before remembering that it was in the trunk of his car, giving Rip's gift ample time to get lost all over again.
After coming very close to literally tear his hair out, all gifts were finally located and he got safely to Ripley's house without any further mishaps.
He didn't know why, but as he rang the doorbell he felt a strange fluttering in the pit of his stomach. What was he so nervous about? He visited Ripley all the time! Especially these days.
But... Christmas was something special, and you spent it with special people. Not that being special to your best friend should be such a big deal but... there was this whole other dimension to things after all. So, ridiculous or not, Graham was nervous as hell as he waited for Rip to open the door.
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Date: 2012-12-28 03:58 am (UTC)He smiled brightly, dragging Wolf from the door by his foot.
"Graham. Weather didn't give you trouble did it?"
The frosty Maine air made him shiver as he pulled it open wider to let Graham in.
"Get in here before we both freeze."
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Date: 2012-12-28 04:06 am (UTC)Said with a smile as he did his best to not get knocked over by an eager Wolf who was no doubt smelling the little guest under Graham's jacket as well as just being happy that his daddy's friend was over for a visit again.
Somewhat awkwardly he leaned in to kiss Ripley's cheek before handing him Wolf's present.
"Hold this will you? It's for Wolf but he's not allowed to open it yet. Uh... your present was a little hard to wrap so I'll kind of have to give it to you right away. Do you mind?"
Not that it really mattered since he'd have to do it anyway. Way to have no way at all with words as per usual, Graham.
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Date: 2012-12-28 04:33 am (UTC)"Difficult to wrap? Is your present to me, you?" He chuckled jokingly but he would have liked little more than having Graham for Christmas.
"I have no objections to receiving my gift right now. It is Christmas, after all. "
He smiled again, and gave Wolf a soft reprimand for his insistent snuffling at Graham's legs and jumping.
"Down, Wolf. Let Graham be, you daft overgrown hound."
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Date: 2012-12-28 04:47 am (UTC)He closed the door and bent down to carefully undo his shoelaces with one hand, the other bracing the sleeping little creature he'd been carrying. It took longer than it should have because he also had to keep fending Wolf off, ending up with a face govered in slobbery dog kisses.
"Though I'll admit that I came embarrassingly close."
Finding a gift for Ripley had been hard.
He toed his shoes off and went to join Ripley while he opened his jacket to lift out the little black kitten he'd been carrying.
"But I found this little girl here in the shelter, all alone now because her siblings have been adopted. She was the only one left, and she always made me think of you because she's constantly napping. She's got the prettiest blue eyes when she opens them though."
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Date: 2012-12-28 05:06 am (UTC)He lifted her carefully from Graham's grasp, tucking her against his chest with all the gentle movements of a mother cat as he brushed two fingers along her fur. She was a lovely little thing and his smile was brighter than the christmas tree behind him when he smiled at her.
"She's a beautiful little thing. Hello darling. Good evening. I know, I'm no where near as comfortably warm as he is, am I? Did Wolf wake you up with all his ruckus?"
He rubbed lightly under her chin and glanced over at Graham with really what could only be claimed as a dorky, happy grin.
"She's fantastic, Graham."
He was already side-tracked again a moment later as he crouched down, one hand surprisingly efficiently keeping Wolf out of direct reach for anything more than curious snuffles and licks.
"Say hello, boy. It looks like you are going to need to get used to not being an only child any more. Be nice to your baby sister, yeah?"
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Date: 2012-12-28 05:21 am (UTC)He shrugged his jacket off and draped it over the back of Ripley's couch before sitting himself down, content to watch Ripley introduce the kitten to Wolf.
"So what'll you name her?"
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Date: 2013-03-04 11:44 am (UTC)"She looks a bit like a mocha to me."
One long finger rubbed lightly under her chin and the tiny feline broke into a strong series of very loud purrs that made Ripley break into a large, ridiculous grin.
He couldn't help it. Only a few moments in his life and she was already adding more light to it.
"Thank you, Graham."
Such sincerity, and he set the kitten down in his lap, watching her sniff about and slightly-wobbly explore his legs. Wolf's big, heavy head pressing uncomfortably into Ripley's knee as the overgrown puppy wagged his entire lower half, a low whine in his throat.
"I have a feeling these two are going to become very good friends."