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* this*

*Kieran is sitting on the porch of the Watchhouse smoking a cigar*

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[Violet also has a letter, and is going to sit down beside you]

Merry Christmas. Do you have Christmas?

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Nope. Might adopt it.

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I made you these.

[motorcycle goggles]

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I don't have anything for you.

[purple_pliers]

I made some for me, too, so you could take me for a ride later. I'd like that.

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Smart of you. I'll find something else later.

[purple_pliers]

I'm trying to learn to be wily. Is that from Mister Vimes?

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*nods*

Want one?

[purple_pliers]

I got one.

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I meant the cigars.

[purple_pliers]

Ew, no thank you.

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Your loss. What'd he tell you?

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To smack you if you were getting into too much trouble. And a lot of other stuff.

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Told me the same for you.

[purple_pliers]

That's no fair. You smack harder.

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Children shouldn't whine.

*this is indeed a smack to head, it wouldn't hurt a fly though*

I'm going to enjoy this taking care of people shit.