((Since Kiki was away for Christmas, we are pretending that it is still beforehand, at least for this character set. Thus title.))

Bo and Ant both received little notes on handmade paper with graceful calligraphy, inviting them to Enrique's apartment on such and such a date at such and such a time, for the rather out-of-character activity of Christmas tree decoration. (He figured it was as good a reason as any to try and get them to like each other, and hopefully not as awkward as the last time they were both with him.)

And now he's waiting for them, boxes of ornaments - most bought recently, with some attention to colour and coordination, but mostly because he thought they were pretty - sitting in rows, and lights still on their plastic casing.

He is considering the tree, and wondering if he picked one that looked right.

He cares more about the decorations this year. It's mildly disconcerting, and somewhat upsetting.

What if they don't like it?

Bo comes in first, jingling cheerfully, this effect achieved by a necklace of tiny bells. He steps inside somewhat cautiously, holding a small box in his two hands and looking around. He sighs, seeing that Ant isn't there yet (he'll have a chance to settle in without being put on-edge), and smiles slightly.
"Enrique," he greets the incubus, his smile widening. Enrique looks rather...worried. Better calm him down.

Bo is dressed for the holidays, but he wouldn't be caught dead in something as garish as red and green; he's opted for the more subdued colors of white and pale silver--khaki pants and a close-fitting white sweater with silver threads running through, to be more exact. And the pink in his hair has been bleached out to near-white.

He smiles upon sight of the little one.

"You look lovely."

He'd look lovelier without his clothes, but that's not what the hybrid is here for. Maybe. Things might go that direction at some point...

"What do you think of the tree?"

He eyes the fir, pretending to cast a critical look over its length (what happened to calming Enrique down?).
"It's..." he says dubiously, "ah, well you see..." and then his face breaks into a wide smile. "It's lovely."

Enrique mock-scowls.

"Don't do that."

Silly creature.

He beckons Bo to a seat beside him on the couch.

"I brought something." he settles himself on the couch, wriggling until he's pressed against both the back and Enrique. then holds up the small box. It contains six ornaments, all bright blue and of a satiny sheen.
"I never have occaision to use them."

Enrique smiles and takes the box.

"I'm sure we can find somewhere to put them."

He puts it down on the coffee table and catches Bo's hands.

"Can we try to keep things, ah, non-emotional, little one? When my pretty arrives, I mean."

Bo pauses, trying to pull his hands back and looking momentarily shifty.
"Yes, yes."
He hadn't been planning on trouble. He didn't want to be reminded.

Enrique kisses his hands.

"Thank you."

And hopefully Ant will be here soon, and their little party will be complete.

Ant arrives soon enough, in a ribbed forest green turtleneck, hair mildly gelled, leaving his coat in the car and knocking on the door, beginning to shiver already despite the short walk.

His knock is three quick beats and then nothing.

"Come in."

Oh, yay, it's Ant.

He kisses Bo quickly and goes to open the door.

Bo takes a moment to smooth himself over, running his hands over his sweater and smoothing down mentally as well. He readies a smile (honest, and a bit wary) for Ant and folds his hands over one knee.
Then, rather uncertainly, he waves.

First, he waves to Bo over Enrique's shoulder, taking the time to make it a bit overly theatrical.

Then Enrique gets a hug.

Enrique hugs him back and frowns slightly as he pulls the door shut.

"You're freezing, pretty."

Glance at Bo.

"You two have met, already."

"Yes." Bo agrees, his smile stiffening a bit. "Hi."

Ant's smile has a bit of hardness in it as well. "Hi yourself."

He would much rather lean on Enrique's warm shoulder than worry about complicated romantic dynamics, thank you. Life's been tiresome lately.

Enrique looks from one to the other and kisses Ant's forehead.

"Let's get this tree decorated, mm?"

Chuckle.

"I generally approve of nudity, but this just won't do."

It'll be a little while before Bo stops wanting to flinch whenever Enrique shows affection to Ant, but at least he's past the point of actually flinching.
Instead, he turns his (formidable) mind to the joke, looking puzzled for a long moment.
"The tree is naked," he says quite solemnly, and then he laughs a little too hard.
Humor still takes a little while to reach him, sometimes. English is such a funny language.

He nods, and goes for a box of lights.

He likes lights. They're shiny.

"And you aren't. There's a problem there, but I haven't quite figured it out yet."

He grins and brushes Bo's hair with his fingers as he goes by.

"So, we start with the lights. I guess that's the underwear."

"Who knew we'd end up spending time with Enrique dressing something?"
He goes for another string of lights, just to be safe. Just to stay out of the way.

"Not I," says Ant, wandering around on his knees, looking for an outlet to test the lights with.

"Now, now, the day's just started. And you two will have to come and help me undress this thing as well."

He taps Ant's shoulder. "Behind the couch there, pretty."

Not that he actually minds seeing Ant's bottom waving around...

"Mm... I haven't actually done this in years."

"I never have," he says, gazing with interest. He doesn't sound terribly upset about it; it's strange but true.
Unless you count that one time.

"I wasn't allowed near the family tree on the grounds that I'd burn the house down," Ant adds to the conversation idly, seeing if he can reach behind the couch without having to move it.

"Well, aren't we a set, then."

He chuckles.

"We'll manage, though."

Bo holds a strand of lights out in his hand.
"Start at the inside, then go outward?" he asks softly. That seems to make sense.

"Plug them in first."

Which is what Ant just did. His lights bright in his hands, he threads them around from behind the couch, and actually goes to the trouble to stand up.

"Or else we'll have to move the tree, and that would be awkward."

He starts looking through ornaments.

"Oh, hey, do either of you have plans for Christmas Day?"

Excuse to give them presents.

"Well..." Bo taps one index finger with the other, eyes turned towards the ceiling, lights forgotten on the ground, "I was planning on hanging around with Keye for a few hours, dropping in on Gabriel...but I had thought to save the second half of the day..."
For you.

"Not really, no," Ant replies, wrapping a loop of lights around the very bottom of the tree.

Enrique smiles.

"Then how about you come over in the morning, pretty, and you come over in the afternoon, little one?"

He doesn't want to make things too awkward, after all.

"I can do that," he says, all the while staring helplessly at the lit strand, wondering if there's anything at all for him to do other than watch.

Jeremy is frowning in concentration, for he has only seen this done before, and he wants to do it right.

(He is doing it right. He worries too much.)

Enrique thinks he's cute.

"Little one, I couldn't decide on a treetopper. What do you think?"

After all, an angel would be a bit silly, all things considered, but a star wouldn't be much better.

A star might not be so bad, in that they're pretty things that go up high.

"Let's make our own!"

He chuckles, now two and a half loops of lights into his task and finding it oddly absorbing.

"Out of what, exactly? I don't have a lot of craft-type things around."

Pause.

"I suppose we could raid my stock of bondage equipment, but that wouldn't really be very Christmassy, would it?"

Then again, it would be entirely appropriate for his Christmas tree.

"What? No!" he shakes his head, giggling. "We go out and buy things, silly."

Because Bo is giggling, Jeremy stifles his laughter.

It is hilarious, however, in his humble opinion.

He apparently is being the quiet reclusive type today and letting them do all the talking.