the holiday hasn't worn him down too badly.

just sitting down on the couch, impersonating a burrito with his blankets.

walks up to him carefully, casting a glance around for anything he might've been drinking, eating or.. taking. ".. How're you feelin', Tino?"

ate just a sandwich and drank warm milk. "Tired..." He groans, making room for the other on the couch by curling his legs up. "You?"

never knew quite what to expect of the Santa once exhausted. He approaches the couch, but hesitates to sit. "Just fine, takk.. Need anythin'?"

shakes his head. "No... I'm a burrito now, it's my true calling." He whines, looking up at him.

mildly amused, though it hardly shows. He sighs quietly and sits down, one leg curled on the couch as he pats the layers covering the other's shoulder. "I s'pose I'm in no position to judge this new life.."

hums at the pat, worming closer. "You're not the one who's just delivered a good six billion presents in a single night..." He pouts, stirring a bit. "Did you like yours?"

simply lets his hand rest there. "Exactly.. Ja, of course. I got what I wished for, after all." He gives a small reassuring nod, then pauses. "The sweater was.. a bit disturbin', though."

giggles a bit at that. "It was a gag gift! Ask Denmark about his later on..." He winks. "I was hoping you'd wear the sweater, tho'."

nods, raising a brow just slightly. "I will... And nei, that'd be an insult to 'bout every troll I know smart enough." He was never particulary eager to meet an offended troll.

shivers a bit. "Right, hadn't thought about that..." A shame, he had wasted his time sewing it. Still, he rests his head on the other's lap. "There's coffee in the kitchen if you want."

shrugs and puts his elbow on the back of the couch, resting his chin in his hand as he glances around the living room. He freezes momentarily when the shifts to lie down, staring for a minute before relaxing _

somewhat. "Takk.. I'll consider it for later. Are you goin' to sleep?"

closes his eyes, shaking his head. "Not really, just stay here... quiet..." he hums, trailing off and relaxing. "Do you mind/"

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about it for a moment, then shrugs lightly. "Not particulary.. Whatever helps you recover." Even wrapped up in all these blankets, he can see that he's relaxed and not shivering now.

chuckles lightly, looking up at him. "There's coffee in the kitchen and you can turn on the tv too...." he mutters, closing his eyes again.

nods a bit, and looks around. He only moves a little to fetch the remote, which luckily isn't far off. Swipping on the telly, he turns down the volume to a comfortable murmur of Finnish.

hums, and soon falls asleep in the other's lap, snoring softly.