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Eh, I like seeing my ring. Wasn't gonna wear them anyway.

[Probably a lie - but he doesn't care. He just drives down the same side streets he's been driving for the past week, mapping out the right route for tonight. Something - nice, magical, along snow cloaked roads that are surprisingly empty. Everyone's inside for Christmas Eve, leaving them to take a tour of bright lit houses in the suburbs, where blinking and twinkling webs of color adorn the porches and verandas, balconies and front doors.

It's maddeningly bright, and Peter drives slowly past a few houses so he can point out what he likes about each one.]

Pretty sure I bought pot there once, but they have a cool Santa on the roof, huh?

[shadowglitter]

[ this isn't the first Christmas Odin has spent in America, but, well - last year, he just hid away in couple of hotel rooms, hiding from anyone outside of peter. he didn't really get a chance to see all the lights. there's something childish in how he looks at all of them, once peter points them out and they catch his attention; he's wide-eyed and full of wonder and actually a little speechless, looking at blinking lights and wondering why the FUCK people don't do this all year around. ]

We've gotta get out.

[ he's up against the window, hands on the glass, nose on the glass too. he sees santa, though he gives less of a fuck about santa and more about his reindeer, and he sees snowmen with glowing noses and icicles that change colour. frantically, he repeats himself, turning around to slap Peter on the arm over and over again. ]

We've gotta get out!! They wouldn't-- they wouldn't set this up if they didn't want visitors? We need to get out. We need to climb on people's roofs and really take in the experience.