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[numanstan]

[It's a dark Christmas day. Grey, and dreary.

Vince is walking down the streets of Mayfield in an uncharacteristically drab overcoat, an even more uncharacteristically grim expression on his face. Ever since he sent in the letter, he's been wondering what the reply would be-- you can tell when they mess with your body, your surroundings, but how can

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[shoeofbaileys]

[Hey Vince. Feel free to notice your favorite fishman putting up pictures of a half-naked man around town while you go about your ugly business.]

[numanstan]

[this face

always this face

no matter what the situation

forever]

[shoeofbaileys]

[Just smiling pleasantly. Well, as pleasantly as Gregg can, I mean.]

Well if ain't the boy toy, out for a little holiday runabout. What you think you doin', hmm? Why don'tcha tell Old Gregg?

[numanstan]

Vengeance.

[Hey, you like that shit, right Gregg? So no unnecessary murder needs to happen today?]

[jazzersizing]

[And Howard is crouching behind some bushes, peering around all suspicious like, keeping an eye out for Old Gregg and all that.

When he spots Vince, though, he stands and walks over, acting as though he hadn't been chilling in the bushes.]

Vince! You haven't seen him round here, have you?

[numanstan]

Haven't seen who, Howard?

[His voice is stiff, but there's the slightest crack of emotion when he says his name.]

[jazzersizing]

[He raises an eyebrow and gives Vince an odd look.

Something was off.

Howard chooses not to address it though, and just shakes his head and looks around again.]

Old Gregg, remember? I've been trying to avoid him. Haven't seen him once, so I'm doing a right good job. But...one can't be too careful, you know. The loon might be lurking about anywhere.

[numanstan]

Yeah, that's the thing about loons. Always hidin' where y'least expect them. Might even be right by your side the whole bloody time.

[His hand slips almost unnoticeably into his coat.]

[perfectvoice]

Vince-san? Are you okay?

[Miku's more worried than ever now, seeing as she's heard quite a few things over the phones about seemingly-innocuous wishes (and some slightly less innocuous) turning out to have a sadistic twist to them. Quite frankly she's glad she didn't send a letter in, but her concern is overwhelming.]

[numanstan]

... Yeah, I'm fine.

[Don't worry the children, don't worry the children... But, it's quite obvious that he's not fine. I mean, he's going off to shoot what he thought was his best friend. That can mess with a person.]

[perfectvoice]

[Sorry, Vince, you're already worrying her.]

Are you sure?

[not_oflegend]

[Alice had to escape the house for some fresh air after her little trip "home". She's walking down the street, practically crying when she runs into Vince. She wipes at her eyes and tries to look calm.]

H-hey, Vince. Are you okay?

[numanstan]

You're crying. [Question = Dodged.]

[not_oflegend]

[She sniffs a little and wipes at her eyes again.]

Correction. I was crying.

[crazyclownwoman]

[Also sadder then normal.]

Vince?

[numanstan]

Harley?

[don't worry we'll get Bruce Wayne's credit card soon and everything will be better]

[crazyclownwoman]

They didn't send you anything creepy for Christmas did they?

[Giant musical shopping spree montage.]