Clothes Make A Lame Gift

@Lazzy

Darren stood in the snow covered park, his breath practically turning to ice before his eyes. Rubbing his hands, the golden haired boy frowning in irritation. This was supposed to help him hook up with some cute girl, and of course he got stuck with some dude. Probably some creep. Just his rotten luck. Still, it payed to keep face and at least try to keep with the season's happy attitude, so he'd done some research. With him, sitting on the bench just behind him, was a good sized box that would serve to be the creep's present.

Thrusting his hands into his pockets, the boy would shudder under his heavy coat. Looking up to the sky, the boy would let out a sigh before looking back down to check his watch. Could time possibly move any slower? He wanted to get this ordeal done and over with, as soon as it possibly could be. Maybe then he could go back to the school, lodge up in the common area, find some sweetheart to flirt with, and...and...

Soon, Darren's mind became a haze of things to (quite possibly) never come, a grin spreading across his face. Suddenly, the cold didn't seem quite as cold.

Coming out of his daydreaming, the boy would take a quick look around before checking his watch, sighing again. Soon, he promised himself. Soon.

Darren normally wouldn't have given this man time, let alone an exchange of words. However, his trashed suit and newspaper-wrapped present made it eerily clear that this man was the Desmond he had drawn. Or maybe this was just some dude who was just off a bender. He couldn't really tell which one was more likely.

As the man stood before him, he spoke and dropped the makeshift present, if it could be called that, before glaring eerily behind Darren to his own present. The man's breath reeked of a substance Darren was all too familiar with, and his speech was easily identified as that of a stoner. Torn between getting incredibly pissed or incredibly humored, the boy decided on the latter to avoid confrontation.

A wide grin spread across Darren's face, the boy swiveling around to grab his present for the man. Thrusting it into the man's arms, Darren let out a small laugh, looking the man over one more time. "You are UP THERE, dude! I didn't know that was how santa's sleigh flew. Them's gotta be some green reindeer, huh?" Darren would say, cocking an eyebrow at the man. He was unsure as to whether or not half the things he said would get through to Desmond, as high as he was, but it was worth a try. Who knew, maybe the guy could hook him up.