[ ... Good sir with the fan. Why are you eating my hard baked cookies? :| Naoya is just, wondering how his (thankfully large) apartment became Christmas Hell and trying to breathe in the kitchen.
When he bumps into Rufus, what. So, one set of red eyes just silently locks with the other. Why are you in my kitchen? ]
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Oh wait.
Lolol.]
My, my. Even the Duke with odd hair is here.
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Hatter.
[Hey, he might have eaten a chunk out of the head of a new gingerbread man. The chunk containing the left eye, of course.]
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And even getting into the spirit of this odd holiday!
Do you know that they worship trees here? But only fake ones; the real ones are allowed to remain outside.
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Along with a fat man on a sled, yes.
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'A fat man on a sled', is it? Then this would fit you far more, would it not?
[Bam! In one smooth movement, the hat has been transferred to your head, Rufus.
And then he flees the scene.]
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XERXES!
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... >:(]
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When he bumps into Rufus, what. So, one set of red eyes just silently locks with the other. Why are you in my kitchen? ]
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[Nom there goes another half of the cookie. GRUMPY MCIDIOT-HAIR IS GRUMPY.]
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... As I'd thought. There is currently a tear in reality, I believe.
[ SIGH. AND SOMEHOW IT LEAD RIGHT TO HIS APARTMENT--this is what he gets for letting Break overload his server. >: ]
Also, I would ask you leave if you do not wish to be here. Hopefully in whatever manner you entered.
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... Which is what I would say on a normal basis. Instead, I would leave but I cannot. I don't think I can exit out of the closet once more.
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... You were in my closet.
[ This is the most deadpan sentence ever. Can you hear the CLATTERING of that sentence? That is the pan. Being dead. ]
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[And, hehe, grinning behind his fan yep.]
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