[Vegeta lives in House #29 and, wouldn't you know it, he's out taking a walk. The expression on his face says the walk might not be entirely voluntary. He's wearing a bright pink sweater with a slouch to match. Annoyed and cold all over, he's looking for something to take his temper out on...
Oh, look. Snowmen. And they're smiling. He kicks at the one closest to the street and waits to see if you'll come pick a fight with him.]
[Gelda's kneeling in the snow a short distance away, sculpting her next snowman, when she hears the soft thud of one of her creations collapsing. She turns her head just in time to see Vegeta retract his foot.
Goodness, that was completely unnecessary. She'd assume that perhaps this man is one of the more dangerous villagers, but... He's wearing a pink sweater. How dangerous could he be, really?]
Tch. [Damn, no yelling? Vegeta glares at you from across the yard, a bit petulantly if you can tell the difference. He folds his arms across his chest and, because he's kind of a bully, makes a show of kicking down another snowman.
He stomps on what's left of it. Just because. 8|c]
[Vegeta may not seem entirely dangerous, but on the other hand, he seems perfectly childish. Gelda pushes herself to her feet, turning to face him entirely. Her voice turns firm and colder than before.]
Hmph. Well. Come to think of it, maybe I do hate snowmen. [He gives you his best villain glower, before reaching down to pick up one of the scarves. He looks at it, one eyebrow raised.]
[As tempted as Gelda is to teach this man a lesson, she's long since learned that no good comes from violence. Especially not over something as irrelevant as a scarf.]
Oh, look. Snowmen. And they're smiling. He kicks at the one closest to the street and waits to see if you'll come pick a fight with him.]
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Goodness, that was completely unnecessary. She'd assume that perhaps this man is one of the more dangerous villagers, but... He's wearing a pink sweater. How dangerous could he be, really?]
... Do you not like snowmen, Sir?
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He stomps on what's left of it. Just because. 8|c]
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Sir, I will have to ask you to stop that.
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Or what?
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Forgive me if my assumption is mistaken, but you are a grown man. There is no need for you to behave in this manner.
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Then perhaps you need to go back inside until the snow melts. I suspect there will be many more in the village before long.
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Don't think you can order me around. [Is he pocketing that scarf?] I'll do what I like. Tell me: What is your name, human?
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Gelda Nebilim. And I will take that scarf back now. A rude demeanor is no excuse for thievery.
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[And his ego could use a bruising. :I]
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[He's serious? ... Seriously?]
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[Yes. Sob.]
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... Keep it, then.
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I'd rather have the fight. [But he's not exactly rushing to give the scarf back either.]
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