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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[presages]

[So I heard you enjoyed birds! There is... someone, A Person, with an awful birdsnest of black hair and thick glasses, standing behind him, also eyeing the display.]

If you break the glass . . . then . . .

[freedentalboon]

[Spoilers he is a bird and he has the strangest urge to nest in your hair now Startled, he takes a step back and looks over to the stranger, confusion settling across his face.]

But that would be... stealing.

[presages]

[WHAT A COINCIDENCE she is also a bird. Not that it is easy to tell from the front.]

But . . .

You said you wanted it.

So . . .

[freedentalboon]

[Birds of a feather? Sounds good.]

—N-No, I did not. [Staring, wide-eyed and almost with a dropped jaw because W-WHAT...] I didn't say anything at all...!