((Sorry guys, I know this blog is probably one of my most neglected recently. My muse has been lacking big time. I’ll probably try posting opens or something over the weekend to see if that helps kick everything into gear again.))
Narrowing his eyes playfully at how hers rolled, more than a little used to that habit she had, he scoffed quietly, before he moved to sit down on the sofa behind them.
“I’d call it dignity,” he joked right back.
He wasn’t all surprised at that, though he wouldn’t say it. Hadn’t imagined she’d have really celebrated New Years before. Nor did he these days, really.
“I used to know all the words — Dad would have Cal and me singing it, when we were teenagers, with him. Which, when we got to the age when having girls over was acceptable, used to be pretty embarrassing.”
If she was honest, she was grateful he responded positively to her teasing, even now. It was hard not to wonder, or worry, sometimes if she went too far. Moving with him as he sat down, she remained standing for a few moments, giving his hands a gentle squeeze before letting go and sitting beside him.
At his comment, she glanced downwards with a fond smile as she shook her head. ”Yes, well, you would.” She nodded, trying to hide her amusement as she looked at him and quite frankly, failing. “On the other hand, I would have to disagree.”
"Oh really? That sounds very sweet…" Pausing, she raised an eyebrow, unable to stop herself from laughing lightly. "I think that is a…typical parent thing, trying to embarrass their children I mean." That’s what she assumed at least, she couldn’t really remember as much of her parents as she would like. All she knew was that she had never been close to them. "Besides, I’m sure the girls found it….hmm, endearing. Cute, even." She grinned, gently nudging him.
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Taking her hands, threading his fingers through hers, he looked down at her with a raised brow.Swaying their arms ever so slightly, he shook his head.
He gave a soft chuckle, looking down at the floor.
”Yeah, I’m not singing it,” he affirmed, nodding once. “I don’t even think I could remember the words.”
Glancing down at their hands, she smiled warmly before meeting his gaze, eyebrows raised ever so slightly Unable to help but roll her eyes, she let out a quiet hum as she watched his reaction.
"Spoil sport." She grinned, tilting her head slightly as she looked at him.
"Don’t worry, I can’t say I know them at all really… So you’d stand a better chance then me." Not that was much of a consolation. If anything it was probably nothing more than an obvious fact but it was only fair to admit.
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And the second batch of Matty Beckett icons, think there’s 26 but I may have miscounted.
In his opinion, nowadays, they were tradition — why, he wasn’t sure. For Bonfire Night, of course; they were relevant. Tradition, but an irritating one. At the moment, Atticus hid beneath the coffee table as a result, whilst Gatsby stood vigilant guard on the windowsill.
“Typically, we’re supposed to sing Old Land Syne, but there’s only two of us, so…” He shrugged.
If she was honest, she did think they looked rather pretty but she didn’t really understand why they made such noise. She figured it had been the noise that had caused the cats’ reactions and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for them.
"And why is that a bad thing? I think you’re just trying to get out of singing." She teased, reaching up to tap up his nose with a grin. It wasn’t as if she particularly knew all the words herself, she had only ever heard others singing it, as opposed to participating. New years wasn’t exactly something she usually celebrated, after all. Still, she couldn’t resist making the comment all the same.
“Happy New Year,” he said, flashing a quick smile, ignoring the fireworks outside as he kissed her once on the lips.
"Happy new year Matty." Smiling back at him, she nodded, placing her hand on his shoulder as she returned the kiss. Really, fireworks were unnecessary, it seemed there were far better ways of celebrating, after all.
Happy new year guys!
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