A Holidaian hick's Thanksgiving!

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Who: Surge, Goose, super special guest stars in Goose's parents.
What: Thanksgiving at the parents' house. Need I say more?
Where: Holiday Island
When: Backdated to yesterday, November 26th, Thanksgiving Day.
Warnings: Swearing. That's really it. :x

6:00 PM. It felt like it was about time to go to Holiday for that night-time dinner.

Goose and his boyfriend had both planned a Thanksgiving with the pilot's parents to mooch off of the food see them again. And to mooch off of the food, of course, you couldn't forget that. Honestly, he was pretty excited about it, mostly for the fact that he'd be in his previous Holiday Island again. He loved FDC, but he will never deny that he constantly missed his childhood home.

Thus, he put a good chunk of food and water down for Hettie (since they were gonna be there a bit late, he thought that they might need to spend the night), got a few things, and then went outside to the 'copter. All he left for Surge was a sticky note on the front door that said this: 'outside go'.

Sitting out in his 'copter, more than ready to go, was a certain Goosey who was beaming from ear-to-ear like a little kid. Oh my.

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Surge couldn't help but chuckle at Goose's enthusiasm. Sure, the lieutenant liked mooching off of Goose's mother's food mooching off of Goose's mother's food, but still. The pilot was acting almost like a kid at a candy store.

"Geez, could you be any more excited to be goin' home?" Surge chuckled as he approached the other man. Folding his arms, he replied, "Ready to go when you are."

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"Thengetinsidec'mere!" Goose just tugged him and made him get into the gyrocopter. Clearly, he was very excited and he absolutely could not wait to get home.

He revved up the 'copter and took off before speaking again.

"Hey, I bet ya probably felt that way when we went to Vermilion!" That's what he assumed, at least.

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Laughing, Surge couldn't help but obey the other's hurried commands. "Alright, alright," he hopped into the 'copter.

The lieutenant smirked, "Yeah, I guess so. Though I'd like to think I don't get as excited as this."

"So," he commented, "you know what kind of food your mom is makin' yet? All the usual Thanksgivin' dishes, I would hope. But anything special I might wanna know ahead of time? Just so I make sure you don't eat it all before I can try it."

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Goose leaned back in his seat, enjoying the ride as they soared through the skies. He was almost completely mesmerized by the flight until Surge spoke up again.

"Eh? Oh, uh," Goose clicked his tongue, trying to remember. "Weeeeell, she's cookin' a turkey, o' course! And, uh, she's makin' pie, green bean casserole, some... potato dish... some other crap, I dunno, she didn't tell me everythin'!"

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"And why the hell not?" Surge grinned. He honestly didn't expect Goose to know everything that was being served. But the pilot's excited feeling was contagious. The lieutenant couldn't help but give Goose a hard time before they arrived.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter," he shook his head. "Anything your mom makes is delicious. Make sure to ask for some leftovers before we leave."

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"Maybe she wants it to be a surprise, beats me!" Goose shrugged. "Heh, she'll make us take leftovers with us anyway, so that's happenin'."

Reckless little Goose was being a bit faster in his 'copter than usual out of being excited. They reached Holiday in no time flat, in around 45 minutes instead of the usual hour. They landed Sharky at the flight club. Goose knew that his flight club buds could take care of 'her' while they were at his parents' place.

"Hold on," He spoke, going inside for a moment to talk to his instructor about the 'copter. He took about 10 minutes before he came back out.

"Sharky's taken care of," He grinned. "Ready to head off?" The village was a very short walk from here. Hell, it was just a very little ways away from the flight club.

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"Maybe," Surge shrugged. "Ha ha, that's true. Just wanted to make sure."

He quirked an eyebrow when Goose went inside to talk with someone, but he shrugged it off. The pilot was probably just talking to one of his friends or making sure the 'copter was alright. Surge was proven correct when Goose returned to his side.

"You bet. Let's go."

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Off they went! It only took them two minutes tops to reach the village, and another one to reach the house. It was seriously that close of a walk from the flight club to there. How convenient!

Goose grinned to Surge, as if saying 'okay let's prepare for my dad's inevitable whining', and then knocked. The door opened.

It wasn't Goose's mom, but rather, his dad. Oh geez. Now, what did he say to greet them? "Oh yeh, the Matt. The welcome Matt, I'll step on yeh like a welcome mat ya'd little..." He grumbled as he stepped away, plopped into his rocking chair, and leaned back to doze off.

Well, that was interesting. "Oh, the hell," Goose uttered, which stirred attention from his mother, who was previously cooking in the kitchen. Said woman immediately brightened up (if she could any further than she already had) and, of course, enveloped the two in a huge, crushing hug.

"My darlings!~" Mrs. Wauna was pretty much treating Surge like a son already. Geez. Meanwhile, Goose coughed a little. Hey, anyone would if their mother just came and hugged them so tight that it hurt.

"'Kay, momma, we get iiit."

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Yeeeaaaah, Surge didn't really pay much attention to Goose's dad. He knew better by now. Ignoring the older man, he shot Goose a look that said 'yeah, whatever, don't worry about it'.

But when Mrs. Wauna joined the group, the lieutenant couldn't help but sport a wide grin. Mostly because the woman embarrassed Goose. But also because he liked the positive attention that she lavished onto the pair. "It's good to see you too, ma'am," Surge chuckled. "How've you been?"

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"I'm sorry, what was that?" Surge smugly asked. "I couldn't hear you over your girlish giggling." He poked Goose one more time before going back to business. He sprayed the pan before sliding it over for the pilot.

Trying to recall the recipe, he replied, "So we just pour everything into the pan and then bake it, right? Sounds easy enough."

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Aaahhh Surge, stop that, Goose is particularly ticklish in that stomach area. He laughed again, throwing out an oh-so-polite snort or two in there. "Oh, ya'll can hush!"

"Yep!" Goose replied, stepping over to the pan and pouring the mixture inside. "Bakin' it for a bit, then addin' more onions on the top. Easy! Hey momma!" He called over to Mrs. Wauna. "The turkey's ready yet?"

"Oh, yes!" She just took it out and was pouring the pan's juices all over the top of it to moisten it further. It looked very nice! She really was a hell of a cook. "Bring the casserole, Joshie, dear~"

Ahhhh hell, that. "Yeah, yeah," He rolled his eyes and increased the temperature of the oven a little. Once it was ready for the casserole, he stuck it in. By then, the potatoes were done cooking. Mmm, classic buttery mashed potatoes. Delicious!

"So Matt, up for makin' this pie with us?" Flour times were imminent.

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Surge snorted at the 'Joshie' comment. Covering his mouth, he pretended to cough to mask his laughter. The hilarity behind Goose's real name just never got old.

What were they doing again? Ah yes, pie. Right. "Sure, no problem." He stood at the ready, not quite sure what do to first. "So, uh... let's start."

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"'Kay, ehhh... momma, go slice two apples," Goose instructed, to which she went to do immediately. "And, eh, lessee... flour, sugar, cinnamon, egg, and butter for the crust. Matt, can ya' gimme the rest?"

He'd let Surge do that while he looked at the bag of flour next to him. Hmmm.

A devious smirk spread across his face as he held the bag in his hand. Nope, the war wasn't over! "Hehe."

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Checking the fridge and cabinets, Surge took out the rest of the ingredients. It wasn't that difficult to carry them all to the counter. Once he was sure all the materials were accounted for, he glimpsed over at the pilot. "Alright. I think that was every..."

He knew that smirk. Oh Surge knew that smirk pretty damn well by now. That smirk never meant anything good. To say he was suspicious was an understatement. "... What?"

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"This!"

Poof! Hey Surge, Goose tossed a very tiny amount of flour (not enough to get into his eyes or irritate) towards your cheek. Whether it hit or not, he didn't know. It very well could have missed.

It didn't stop him from laughing, though.

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And hit it did. Not that Surge even batted an eye when the flour came into contact with his skin. But still, that meant...

It. Was. On.

A grin grew upon the lieutenant's lips. "Oh ho. I see how it's going to be. You're trying to make a mess in your mom's kitchen. Really, you should know better by now. Allow me to fight on your mother's beneath and for the sake of a clean kitchen."

Grabbing a little bit of flour, Surge flicked it at the other man.

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Goose burst into mirth once that flour hit him, getting on his cheek and even on the top of his shirt. Good thing he brought along extra clothes, just in case. "Oh yeah?! Well, how 'bout this?!" Woosh! Here came some flour in your direction, Surge.

By now, his cheeks were probably involuntarily red from laughing. He was having a hell of a good time for something as tiny and usually boring as cooking.

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"Yeah, okay," Surge shrugged. He still was a bit suspicious of the pilot, but he wasn't going to say anything. But when he was hit in the back of the head with a pillow, things became quite clear.

"Oh. Oh. I see."

With a wide grin, the lieutenant scooped up the pillow and threw it back. He then rushed towards the bed in an attempt to pick up another pillow.

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Goose caught the pillow when it was thrown at him. He wouldn't try to beat Surge to another one, though. He was a sly goose dog and acted a bit sneaky worming in this pillow fight, but he would at least have them both be at equal advantage.

"Now this'll be more fun than a flour fight."

He then went to try to smack him with the pillow.

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While grabbing the other pillow, Surge let himself be hit. But once he had ammunition, he fought back. He whacked Goose in the shoulder.

"At least it'll be less messy," he chuckled. Smacking Goose again, he moved closer to the pilot. Being a sneaky sneak, he reached out and poked the other in his side.

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"Wha-haha, oh, fuck that!" Goose laughed, realizing that Surge was tickling him just like he did earlier. He smacked him again with his pillow, but the moment distracted him and made him snicker more. Surge, now's your chance to get some good stuff in!

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And so he did! Tackling Goose to the bed, he sat on the pilot to make sure the other couldn't move. Then he continue his barrage of tickling. "Bet you wish you didn't start in, huh?" he laughed.

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"H-Hey, hey!" Goose was now returning fire in the form of... laughing and shrieking. "Hey, stop! S-Stop, that's... I swear I'm gonna... you fuckin'-... pffhahahahaha!" Now his face was REALLY red from laughing. Thanks a lot, Surge.

He needed to get back at him for this. Thus, he took him by the shoulders and tried to pull him down next to him. Whether or not it was successful, he didn't care. His hands went straight for his abs stomach and right in for the revenge tickling.

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"What? What was that? You're going to what?" he smirked. "I'm sorry, I couldn't quite get that. Why don't you try again?"

Surge had been so busy with his tickle attack that he had not noticed Goose's retaliation. So when the pilot tried to pull him down, the lieutenant fell over next to the other. Unfortunately for Goose, the older man was not ticklish at all. "Yeah, good luck with that," he snorted.

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Goose feigned a frown, folding his arms over his chest. "Aw, I was hopin' you'd be ticklish. Fine, I see how it is."

He then took advantage and took back one of the pillows, threw it for his boyfriend, and then leapt up with a laugh. Yeah, that might just be enough for one night, though he wouldn't oppose to one last retaliation from Surge.