[Yawns as he peeks out of the coffin at the little elf. He remembers from his Heart's memories that this is a creature that worked for the big red fat man.]
[Action]bloody_countDecember 11 2009, 23:22:44 UTC
[Easily read in the darkness, the cards were some sort of directive; apparently everyone was supposed to give gifts to random strangers to celebrate the season.
The vampire snorted and dropped the small bits of paper; he had more entertaining things to do than bother with it. Perhaps it'd garner some thought later, but for the moment, he was content to pet his little demon and head off back to sleep.
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Skaaaaah
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Ingrate.
[But he runs his fingers curiously across the given card, one finger absently scritching the little darkling's head.]
Human superstition, naught more. What a waste.
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Skiiiiish.
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The vampire snorted and dropped the small bits of paper; he had more entertaining things to do than bother with it. Perhaps it'd garner some thought later, but for the moment, he was content to pet his little demon and head off back to sleep.
Night would come soon enough.]
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Hnnnahahahaaaa, thus is the penalty for disturbing my slumber......ISCARIOT!
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Ah. so sorry. Mi dispiace. I'll just be going now...
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Nnnnn, indeeeed. Send over your whipping boy after sundown, Maxwell. I've missed him so!
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