013 [Voice]

[directforce]

[Bia shall be clearing her throat loudly before she begins- by which the narration means actually banging two cymbals together to gather attention; after a few moments she chuckles slightly and bursts into a rather off-key song]

On the first day of Christmas
my true hate sent to me:
A Vulture in a Carcass~

[Then she stops singing for a moment and

Comments

[livetobefeared]

aaaaand people think I'm unbalanced.

[directforce]

Having the Christmas spirit is unbalanced? that explains a lot~

[livetobefeared]

Define 'Christmas spirit'...

[directforce]

Goodwill to all men apparently.

...Well, if I kill Santa they won't have a creepy old man around anymore- I consider that goodwill.

[sixheadsoffury]

You know...Santa is not real. It sucks, but that's the way it is.

Now, if Bia wants to hunt the fake Santas at the mall...

[directforce]

...But he has to be real if I'm going to kill him!

[Filter: Scylla]

Been there, done that.

[sixheadsoffury]

Well, Santa might be real...but the guy would live on the North Pole or something.

[Filter: Bia]

Did Bia get any? They can't be that fast.

[directforce]

Yes, and he comes around the world on Christmas day- that's in the legends.

[Filter: Scylla]

I managed to catch one; then I left him in a lake.

[plumbagoblue]

Keep your day job.

[directforce]

I don't have one~

[FIlter: Private]

...That you deserve to know about.

[plumbagoblue]

Then starve~

[directforce]

Darling, you'd be surprised how willing people are to give me free food~