Riddle 014: Christmas Angst [Voice/Action]

[puzzlerprince]

[Edward comes downstairs on Christmas Morning, wading through the sea of cats that had seemingly filled up the house. Coming across a bunch of presents beneath the tree in green wrapping paper, he smirks. He takes a look at the note, tossing it backwards and tearing into his presents like a little kid. He pulls out his cane. A new revolver. A

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[knightiszero]

Don't you think you're speaking out of line?

[puzzlerprince]

...Kururugi. I expected you, of all people, to understand.

[knightiszero]

I do understand but there's no point in scaring everybody. Not everyone will understand.

[puzzlerprince]

The innocents deserve better than this. Especially today.

late!tag, sorry

[strike_you_out]

[Whenever Edward gets back from his crusade against evil, he will find his stocking stuffed with socks. Socks of every color, but mostly green. (Nothing with question marks on it, though. Sorry dude.)

While he's on the streets, however, he may find his "son" tearing around a street corner at break-neck speed on his "new" skates. Slugger seems to have very little concern for motorists that might be out using the road and has already earned himself a handful of honking car horns.]

[puzzlerprince]

[Eddie returns home from his crazy, crazy day, wading through the living room full of cats and finding... socks? Not sure if want?]

[strike_you_out]

[Hearing someone enter the front door, Slugger sneaks through the house to see who's there and finds Edward pondering dubiously over the socks.]

For you.

[A grin. Eddie's old socks were thrown into the fireplace days ago in order to replace them with new ones. This is how Slugger does gifts.

Anyway. Care to talk about your day, Daddy?]

[puzzlerprince]

[He's definitely a bit stunned by this. Slugger? Being nice? Merry Christmas to him indeed. At least his day's starting to look a bit better already... If that's even possible.]

Thank you, Slugger.

[He sighs, making his way gingerly to the couch and having himself a nice, well-deserved sit-down. Please don't ask me how my day was please don't ask me how my day was please please please.]

Sorry for late. =(

[deaths_heritor]

Close the damn door -- oh god go away get off!

[As Edward opens the bedroom door on his way back from the Christmas tree, the sea of cats floods into the room and begins to drown Susan.]

S'fine!

[puzzlerprince]

[Startled, he quickly shoves the door closed, stranding a few cats outside the bedroom. He then rushes to Susan, shooing the cats away.]

Go on, stop that!

[deaths_heritor]

[After a lot of piteous meowing, the Cat Sea parts to release Susan from their suffocating waves of fur. She does not look pleased.]

None of you had better expect to be fed.

I believe it's time to migrate to the bathroom. Find me when this preposterous holiday is over.

[puzzlerprince]

[Edward glances at Susan once the felines have fled. Gives her a look.]

So these cats were meant for you? I was wondering what they were doing here.