Sonny is staring from his position on the sidewalk. He has a cigarette in his mouth or he did, but he dropped it onto the snow at some point.
Is this actually happening?
Has he lost his fucking mind?
Sonny is well informed about the details of Chicago. He has been here for a long time. It doesn't mean that any of these previous experiences ever could have prepared him for what he was about to see.
He doesn't leave the bar very often, because he fucking likes to do his work and focus on that shit. The bar is where he's most comfortable at, and he has a lot of people going in and out of it throughout the day. However, he's out of the bar, taring at the big guy with the red hair and remembering why he rarely leaves.
"...is he breaking out into fucking song now?"
Seriously.
Did someone slip him drugs when he wasn't looking?
Be careful, Sonny- because that big muppety wonder is headed your way. The music is coming from everywhere and nowhere and just as the Spirit reaches the bridge, he throws an arm around Sonny's shoulders and begins to sway.
"It is... the season of the heart, a special time of caring, the ways of love made cleeeear."
Any people, animals, or even inanimate objects laying around sing along for the next line.
"And it is... the season of the spirit. The message if we hear it is make it last all yeeeear!"
The Spirit steps away from Sonny and dissolves into a long, rolling chuckle, shaking his whole frame with the joy that he's feeling to be existing on a Christmas morning.
There really aren't words for how confused and weirded out Sonny feels at the moment. It takes over his expression as he stares at the thing coming his way.
What
the
fuck
is going on?
"... the fuck are you?"
Normally, he's not this bluntly rude, but seriously. Everyone around him is singing along like they're in a fucking broadway show, and he doubts they're doing it of their own accord.
Oh, come on, Sonny. It's just a giant man breaking out into song with all the people and creatures of Chicago. What's so strange about that? The Spirit simply laughs, pulling away from Sonny enough to get a good look at him, but not completely taking his hands off the man.
"Why, I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present! Have you never heard of me? I've over 2000 brothers that have come before me!"
Is this actually happening?
Has he lost his fucking mind?
Sonny is well informed about the details of Chicago. He has been here for a long time. It doesn't mean that any of these previous experiences ever could have prepared him for what he was about to see.
He doesn't leave the bar very often, because he fucking likes to do his work and focus on that shit. The bar is where he's most comfortable at, and he has a lot of people going in and out of it throughout the day. However, he's out of the bar, taring at the big guy with the red hair and remembering why he rarely leaves.
"...is he breaking out into fucking song now?"
Seriously.
Did someone slip him drugs when he wasn't looking?
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"It is... the season of the heart, a special time of caring, the ways of love made cleeeear."
Any people, animals, or even inanimate objects laying around sing along for the next line.
"And it is... the season of the spirit. The message if we hear it is make it last all yeeeear!"
The Spirit steps away from Sonny and dissolves into a long, rolling chuckle, shaking his whole frame with the joy that he's feeling to be existing on a Christmas morning.
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What
the
fuck
is going on?
"... the fuck are you?"
Normally, he's not this bluntly rude, but seriously. Everyone around him is singing along like they're in a fucking broadway show, and he doubts they're doing it of their own accord.
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"Why, I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present! Have you never heard of me? I've over 2000 brothers that have come before me!"
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What the hell is that?
"...I've- Yeah, I've heard of you," he says with a long sigh. Well, that answers some questions. "Only 2000?"
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