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[goodwillrising]

[In the forest behind the chapel, near but not in sight of the onsen, Will is practicing Christmas Carols. He's good at this, his choir-boy training shining through. The softly falling snow, the secluded location, the plaintive notes of his soprano singing voice and the distance from the raging snowball fight elsewhere in camp, all combine to make

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[mymonsterskeepr]

It was loaded it exploded~

[moonlightdrops]

Toya!

[mymonsterskeepr]

What?

[moonlightdrops]

[just shakes his head]

[mymonsterskeepr]

Never heard that one?

[moonlightdrops]

No, I can't say that I have.

[mymonsterskeepr]

It's a classic.

[moonlightdrops]

I'll have to take your word for it.

[mymonsterskeepr]

Heeeh. How about... I won't sing it if we visit that church again.

[moonlightdrops]

We can do that.

[mymonsterskeepr]

... Christmas is gonna be a big deal here huh.

[moonlightdrops]

It certainly seems that way.

[mymonsterskeepr]

Huh....

*visions of present buying suddenly looming before him*

[moonlightdrops]

Maybe we could make something!

[mymonsterskeepr]

....you think?

[moonlightdrops]

Yes? Why not?