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[darkwolverine]

At first, Daken didn't notice anything amiss when he let himself into Bucky's apartment. The trans-Continental flight from California to New York and then dealing with the chaos of the Big Apple two weeks before Christmas left him feeling vaguely irritated at the world and the whole concept of Christmas.

His adopted parents had raised him in the Shinto faith to begin with but since the age of ten, Daken had been an avowed atheist. There was no kind and benevolent God out there or even a wrath-filled one just waiting to punish you for the slightest mistakes waiting on high in the mutant's opinion. You were on your own and it was up to you to forge your own destiny.

It was the lights that gave it all away. He could see them glowing on the ceiling before he'd even entered the living room. A groan escaped the mutant as he kicked off his damp shoes and wandered down the hallway. At least Bucky's ridiculous display of 'Christmas Cheer' was fairly modest and not completely over the top.

"Those had better not be presents under that damned tree." He grumbled as he wandered into the living room in search of his so-called 'husband'. "I'm not celebrating this outdated ideal of a holiday. Not when I spent two hours trying to get from the airport because of the idiots out on the streets worshiping their own God of Capitalism."