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[weaponsparked]

[Someone finally figured out just what it was his note from Santa meant. And is now doing his best to try and avoid the consequences of it. He's not doing a very good job. He can be found either

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[likeahex]

[Walking by herself. And thanks to a gift she got back. She's feeling miserable, grief stricken, guilty and pretty much every other horrible emotion you can get from having your worst failure slapped back in your face.]

[weaponsparked]

[Those feelings promptly smack him in the face. You'd think, by now, he'd get used to this. But no. He pops his head up, backing up against the tree out of reflex.

That doesn't help. He watches her, trying to figure out if he... knows her.]

[likeahex]

[She just goes and sits on a bench. She doesn't seem to notice him. She's still quite miserable though.]

[weaponsparked]

[He sits still for some moments longer, watching the stranger. Then, he reaches over, and lobs a snowball toward the vicinity of her feet - just trying to get her attention.]

[likeahex]

[That gets her attention.]

What?

[weaponsparked]

You're practically reeking of anguish, despair, the whole host of really bad feelings. That's what. I can feel it.

[He raises his hands.]

And before you snap at me, it's not my fault. The damned town did it to me.

[likeahex]

[She totally was about to snap at you. Now just have a glare.]

Then, what the hell do you want?

[weaponsparked]

I should ask you that question. You're the one who wandered into the park after I did.

What happened, anyway?

[likeahex]

So.

[She's a bit confused how he knows what she's feeling. But anger and grief are still quite prominent in her mind.]

The town, what else ever happens here.

[weaponsparked]

So, I was here first. So. It's my right to ask that question.

[His cocky expression crumbles, and he puts his hand to his face, breathing shallowly for a moment.]

... You can't get any more specific?

[likeahex]

Yeah. None of your fucking business.

[weaponsparked]

My, aren't you charming.

If it's really none of my concern, would you move about twenty feet? Because, otherwise, I get to sit here and inadvertently eavesdrop on your pity party.

[likeahex]

[Wrong words. So much anger you have no idea.]

Fuck off.

[weaponsparked]

[Anger, at least, he's familiar with, and he all but snarls back.]

No. You move. You don't want me to know what's running through your thick monkey skull? Move. I can't shut it off.

[likeahex]

Why don't I put a stop to that for you then fucktard?

[There is a gun pointed at your head now. Fuming anger.]

[weaponsparked]

I told you how to do it. You're the one who wants to waste ammunition, rather than take a few simple/i> steps.