Sonny is staring from his position on the sidewalk. He has a cigarette in his mouth or he did, but he dropped it onto the snow at some point.
Is this actually happening?
Has he lost his fucking mind?
Sonny is well informed about the details of Chicago. He has been here for a long time. It doesn't mean that any of these previous experiences ever could have prepared him for what he was about to see.
He doesn't leave the bar very often, because he fucking likes to do his work and focus on that shit. The bar is where he's most comfortable at, and he has a lot of people going in and out of it throughout the day. However, he's out of the bar, taring at the big guy with the red hair and remembering why he rarely leaves.
"...is he breaking out into fucking song now?"
Seriously.
Did someone slip him drugs when he wasn't looking?
Be careful, Sonny- because that big muppety wonder is headed your way. The music is coming from everywhere and nowhere and just as the Spirit reaches the bridge, he throws an arm around Sonny's shoulders and begins to sway.
"It is... the season of the heart, a special time of caring, the ways of love made cleeeear."
Any people, animals, or even inanimate objects laying around sing along for the next line.
"And it is... the season of the spirit. The message if we hear it is make it last all yeeeear!"
The Spirit steps away from Sonny and dissolves into a long, rolling chuckle, shaking his whole frame with the joy that he's feeling to be existing on a Christmas morning.
There really aren't words for how confused and weirded out Sonny feels at the moment. It takes over his expression as he stares at the thing coming his way.
What
the
fuck
is going on?
"... the fuck are you?"
Normally, he's not this bluntly rude, but seriously. Everyone around him is singing along like they're in a fucking broadway show, and he doubts they're doing it of their own accord.
Oh, come on, Sonny. It's just a giant man breaking out into song with all the people and creatures of Chicago. What's so strange about that? The Spirit simply laughs, pulling away from Sonny enough to get a good look at him, but not completely taking his hands off the man.
"Why, I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present! Have you never heard of me? I've over 2000 brothers that have come before me!"
Jonathan does not appreciate how cold it is at the moment. He has his coffee in hand and the collar of his coat pulled up close around his neck. Then, he sees the large man walking down the street and does a double take as he and Scarecrow have the same thought.
What the hell is this?
He stands and stares for a moment, going over the situation in his head. There is a large man in the middle of the street, proclaiming Christmas joy.
I don't even...what? Did someone spike your coffee when we weren't paying attention?
He looks down at his coffee for a moment. He's fairly sure he hasn't let it out of his sight.
No, the coffee isn't spiked but that rather large man is bringing his jolly self closer and closer. He greets each person with a loud exclamation of "Merry Christmas!" and Dr. Crane will be no exception.
"And how are you on this fine Christmas morning? Dohoho..."
He can't seem to keep laughter out of every sentence that comes out of him. Everything is amusing and joyful and just... Christmas-y!
"Hmmm..." The Spirit muses at the answer, disbelief painting his typically jolly face. But at Jonathan's question, he breaks out into a grin and his eyes light up.
"Why, I couldn't be better. What better day to find than Christmas morning!" He claps a hand to the man's back and laughs again. "Come. Let me show you what Christmas can do to a city."
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Is this actually happening?
Has he lost his fucking mind?
Sonny is well informed about the details of Chicago. He has been here for a long time. It doesn't mean that any of these previous experiences ever could have prepared him for what he was about to see.
He doesn't leave the bar very often, because he fucking likes to do his work and focus on that shit. The bar is where he's most comfortable at, and he has a lot of people going in and out of it throughout the day. However, he's out of the bar, taring at the big guy with the red hair and remembering why he rarely leaves.
"...is he breaking out into fucking song now?"
Seriously.
Did someone slip him drugs when he wasn't looking?
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"It is... the season of the heart, a special time of caring, the ways of love made cleeeear."
Any people, animals, or even inanimate objects laying around sing along for the next line.
"And it is... the season of the spirit. The message if we hear it is make it last all yeeeear!"
The Spirit steps away from Sonny and dissolves into a long, rolling chuckle, shaking his whole frame with the joy that he's feeling to be existing on a Christmas morning.
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What
the
fuck
is going on?
"... the fuck are you?"
Normally, he's not this bluntly rude, but seriously. Everyone around him is singing along like they're in a fucking broadway show, and he doubts they're doing it of their own accord.
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"Why, I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present! Have you never heard of me? I've over 2000 brothers that have come before me!"
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What the hell is this?
He stands and stares for a moment, going over the situation in his head. There is a large man in the middle of the street, proclaiming Christmas joy.
I don't even...what?
Did someone spike your coffee when we weren't paying attention?
He looks down at his coffee for a moment. He's fairly sure he hasn't let it out of his sight.
The barista did it.
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"And how are you on this fine Christmas morning? Dohoho..."
He can't seem to keep laughter out of every sentence that comes out of him. Everything is amusing and joyful and just... Christmas-y!
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He is disturbingly real. Now, why is he talking to us?
I do not know.
He casts a glance at his coffee before looking up at the man. "And yourself?"
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"Why, I couldn't be better. What better day to find than Christmas morning!" He claps a hand to the man's back and laughs again. "Come. Let me show you what Christmas can do to a city."
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