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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[screwreality]

[Don't mind him he just. Will not be moving at all. It's like hugging a blood-stained wall in terms of disgusting and some idiot who doesn't understand feels in terms of cowardice. He even makes a valiant effort to not start shaking in horror for her. Nice people do that, right?????

He doesn't actually manage that last part, but whatever. GOOD ENOUGH!]

[hairpine]

[It's ok, there is time. He will learn. Conditioning!
She holds it for a good minute or two;]

I'll release you now. Thank you, Kumagawa -- good luck! I'm certain that you will at least cause Miss Elizabeth some small degree of grief.

[Aaaand
letting go riiiiight abouuuuuuuuut












now]

[screwreality]

[Judging by how fast he's already three meters away, it's gonna take a lot of time. Oh well.]

「OF COURSE I'LL CAUSE HER GRIEF! I MAY NEVER WIN, BUT I'M GUARANTEED TO RUIN EVERYTHING IN THE MEANTIME, HA HA! PLEASE HAVE A GOOD CHRISTMAS, MICHI-CHAN. OR A TERRIBLE ONE! WHICHEVER SEEMS MOST FITTING!」

[He has already retreated like a boss around a corner by the time she gets to the mailbox. HE'S GONE, HIDING FOREVER KTHX.]