[Allen paces in the middle of his living room back and forth in a worried sort of way. He's...nervous to say the least.

His father had said he'd be right there, all up in a panic that one of the kids was sick or injured and his son had finally asked for his help. He'd be furious to be played like that for sure.]I'm a horrible son, I should call ( Read more... )

[There's a grand tree set up in one of the rooms of the DR - or perhaps there's a private tree set up for you somewhere - with presents underneath. The labels aren't particularly clear when you try to read them and they won't be until the person they're from has given them to you!

Opening someone else's gift? Tsk tsk, a pie in the face for you.]