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[stabromance]

[meanwhile, there is a woman staring down a tonberry. it has a santa hat on.]

[[OUT FOR THE NIGHT. I'll pick up stuff later!]]

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[solipsismmortal]

Awww, it has a lantern!

[solipsismmortal]

[wait]

[solipsismmortal]

--Chane!!

[stabromance]

[her eyes widen as she recognizes Claire's voice and she turns her head slightly to look at him]

[solipsismmortal]

[briskly making his way over to her, cheeks red from the cold and grinning widely]

I thought you were back in Manhattan.

[stabromance]

[nods, her breath coming out in small, visible puffs of air]

[solipsismmortal]

Stuck, huh. You been here long?

[stabromance]

[shakes her head and holds up one finger]

[solipsismmortal]

Plenty of time to find somethin' unusual, then. What is it, d'ya know? Besides a tiny frog-thing with a lantern and a butcher's knife.

[stabromance]

[shakes her head again since that's about all she's got so far and lowers her hand]

[solipsismmortal]

Well, that shouldn't be too difficult to take care of, between the two of us.

[stabromance]

[nods, focusing on the santaberry, ready for . . . whatever it does]

[solipsismmortal]

[whips out a knife of his own from his coat, watching closely]

If it don't do nothin' in another minute, I know a girl who's willin' ta take it off our hands.

[stabromance]

[. . . supposes it could become a pet of sorts]

[solipsismmortal]

Yeah, she's kind of a weird little girl, but I'm sure she can handle it.

[stabromance]

[can really only take his word for it, and the santaberry keeps shuffling forward]