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WHO: Nill/wingsnotwords & Jan/bitchin_beanie, with a surprise visit by Utena/ofnobility!
WHAT: WHO PUT THAT MISTLETOE THERE, SERIOUSLY. WHO KEEPS DOING THAT.
WHERE: The park!
WHEN: Backdated to some point before Jan became a fugitive. 8D
Jan huffed out a breath, scrutinized the air in front of him carefully. Nope, nothing. He scowled from his sprawl on the park bench, leaned forward, and tried again. Still nothing. No puff of warm breath in the cold air -- the epitome of Christmas, as far as Jan was concerned. But then, he supposed you had to actually have warm breath to pull that off. And for warm breath you needed warm organs and pumping blood, and Jan was a little short in supply of all that.
So he huffed again, this time in annoyance, and leaned back against the bench. "Stupid fuckin' island, who said it could be this cold anyway," he mumbled. And somewhere, unknown and in the tree far above him, lurked the cruelest prank of the season, waiting and biding its time.
WHAT: WHO PUT THAT MISTLETOE THERE, SERIOUSLY. WHO KEEPS DOING THAT.
WHERE: The park!
WHEN: Backdated to some point before Jan became a fugitive. 8D
Jan huffed out a breath, scrutinized the air in front of him carefully. Nope, nothing. He scowled from his sprawl on the park bench, leaned forward, and tried again. Still nothing. No puff of warm breath in the cold air -- the epitome of Christmas, as far as Jan was concerned. But then, he supposed you had to actually have warm breath to pull that off. And for warm breath you needed warm organs and pumping blood, and Jan was a little short in supply of all that.
So he huffed again, this time in annoyance, and leaned back against the bench. "Stupid fuckin' island, who said it could be this cold anyway," he mumbled. And somewhere, unknown and in the tree far above him, lurked the cruelest prank of the season, waiting and biding its time.