Walled Flight - [Fourth Wall/Action]

[schwayginnis]

[Christmas time was here. Snow on the ground, decorations going up around some places. Christmas-y mood had struck Terry so now he was set on decorating the apartment, whether or not Bruce approved or aided in the endeavor. With his thick coat on, scarf around neck, gloves on hands, and cunning hat upon his head, he set off to town in search of

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[cheesemonger5]

[Your singing is terrible! This man appears to show you up.]

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...

[He doesn't sound very Celtic. Enjoy his odd facial expressions instead.]

[schwayginnis]

[Terry looked about in confusion, trying to see where this guy came from. After that failed, he watched for a bit.]

[cheesemonger5]

[He sees you watching. YES, an audience! Now where is his band...? Oh well. He switches carols now.]

Baby, it's cold outside~

[He pulls out a rose and offers it to you. Flirtatiously.]

[schwayginnis]

[Okay, comfort zone...and logic...have been crossed.] Uhhh, no thanks, nice and warm...in my coat...several feet back.

[cheesemonger5]

Beautiful, please don't hurry!

[Stepping closer, Terry~ This song is meant for two, you know.]

[schwayginnis]

Uhh...[in a poor attempt to carry a tune in a bucket]...I don't know this song.

[cheesemonger5]

[What? Hmm. He stops to think of another. He could sing Jingle Bells, you're bound to know that one... no. Too simple. You're a terrible singer anyway. He'll just ignore you now, and sing something else.]

Ave Maria~

[He tries to look serious, he really does. Don't laugh at him!]

[schwayginnis]

[Face scrunch...must resist...urge to laugh.] pfffft...

[cheesemonger5]

[Hmph. Some people just don't appreciate good singing.]

Are you laughing at me~?

[He sings. To no particular tune. He looks angry. Scrunchy eyebrows FTW.]