[ single teen mother this, gay widow that, welt rises out of his sleeping bag as he starts to hear voices so that he can check his wallet and his lists for the umpteenth time since they got into line. his old bones crack from lying on the ground in the cold, and he puts both hands into his lower back to further stretch it out with a groan, before - out comes the wallet.

the family photo of him and himeko surrounded by their children - two grey-haired, golden-eyed twins with mischievous glints in their eyes; the sweetest and brightest bubblegum girl in the world; and a stoic, shy dark-haired boy clinging to welt's leg - greets him, but so does a list from each individual besides himself. four wishlists in childish scrawl, and one more organized one compiled by both him and himeko for the proper shopping to be done after. ]

Doesn't hurt to start getting moving early to warm ourselves up, I think. It's going to be a long morning once they open the doors.