shit, let's be santa
Who: fingerbanged and YOU!
What: He's a mall Santa this month. ENOUGH SAID. Also optional Dite mistletoe for extra hideousness if you so wish!
When: Any time before Christmas!
Where: SANTALAND AT THE MAAAAAALL
Warnings: Yusuke is dressed up as Santa and having people sit in his lap, that's a hefty warning as it is 8|b Also the optional mistletoe.
ALSO first-person tags would be loved since I am horribly slow at prose!
[Someone up there hated him.
Like...seriously, passionately, INTENSELY loathed his very existence, since there was no way in hell a kind deity would do this to him. No man, he decided, should ever be subject to sitting around in a chair in a hideously ugly red suit (even by his standards), while little children with obscenely filled diapers sat in his lap and bartered for toys. Not to mention the beard itched like a bitch. It didn't even fit him properly.
One of these days, he was going to skip these lame-ass jobs and make do with the money he had. Unfortunately, today was not one of these days.
With gritted teeth and a disgruntled sigh, he motions the next person on line to sit upon his lap.]
Get your ass over here and tell me what you want, already.
[...dare to do so? Or comment from afar?]
What: He's a mall Santa this month. ENOUGH SAID. Also optional Dite mistletoe for extra hideousness if you so wish!
When: Any time before Christmas!
Where: SANTALAND AT THE MAAAAAALL
Warnings: Yusuke is dressed up as Santa and having people sit in his lap, that's a hefty warning as it is 8|b Also the optional mistletoe.
ALSO first-person tags would be loved since I am horribly slow at prose!
[Someone up there hated him.
Like...seriously, passionately, INTENSELY loathed his very existence, since there was no way in hell a kind deity would do this to him. No man, he decided, should ever be subject to sitting around in a chair in a hideously ugly red suit (even by his standards), while little children with obscenely filled diapers sat in his lap and bartered for toys. Not to mention the beard itched like a bitch. It didn't even fit him properly.
One of these days, he was going to skip these lame-ass jobs and make do with the money he had. Unfortunately, today was not one of these days.
With gritted teeth and a disgruntled sigh, he motions the next person on line to sit upon his lap.]
Get your ass over here and tell me what you want, already.
[...dare to do so? Or comment from afar?]