I feel like Saint Nicholas is pulling my leg

[cloistre]

[So. THE DAY HAS FINALLY ARRIVED, LONDON. It is Christmas. A light snow falls upon the city, and even the Old Ones seem quiet and non-existent against the hustle and bustle of people giving gifts or doing emergency shopping despite the chances that literally nothing is actually open right now.

But that's probably just wishful thinking. You could pretend, if you tried hard enough.

What are you doing?]

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[leviathaned]

Met you once and you were friendly, empathetic, and generally not trying to murder me. I'm not that hard to please.

You sound cold.

[capslockbomber]

How do you know I'm not one of those sociopaths that's really good at faking people out?

[... Wait. ...... Waaait. ......... Nope, can't picture it.]

And my gift to the asshole is not to ruin his sleep. So I'm out here until... Fuck if I know. Whenever he decides to grace all us lesser beings with his almighty bedhair.