Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian was leaving early from work today, but he'd made sure to place Pam's Christmas gift prominently on the counter, so if he didn't see her before he left, she'd still be able to get her present before the holiday. Otherwise, he was fulfilling some last-minute gift orders and puttering around the shop, sometimes whistling Carol of the Bells.

Listen, it was the birds' fault.

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[the_best_sister]

“Really? You didn’t get enough of that song the other day?” Yelena groaned as she walked into the store, Adrian’s wrapped gift under her arm.