Thirty-fifth bite || VOICE/ACTION

[wimpyvampire]

{{VOICE}}
The Holiday season again?

At least it'll be different this year. Not the best place to have it, but I suppose it will do.

{{ACTION}}
*Because all the other times, Conrad spent it in his small apartment usually. Sometimes he'd have his mother over, or spend it with few choice friends, but this is all headcanon here. BUT, he might as

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A

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death is pretty sure she can't reach it either, but she still wants to help]

Do you want me to hold your bag so you can get that?

[wimpyvampire]

I ah, yes! That'd be wonderful.

*He hands her his bags carefully and tries to reach for the box again*

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death takes the bags with equal care. It wouldn't do to drop someone else's Christmas shopping, after all.]

Be careful up there.

[wimpyvampire]

Oh yeah I'll be fi--

*He falls grabs the box but he loses footing, falling back into a display of trees, getting tangled inside. YEP, he is just that awesome*

[deaths_heritor]

I can't imagine where else you've spent Hogswatch if Mayfield 'will do'.

[wimpyvampire]

Ah! Susan I um. *just the person he needed to hear from! He clears his throat...*

Could you come over?

[deaths_heritor]

[Surprisingly forward of him. Susan is surprised for a half-moment before she regains her composure.]

If you'd like. I assume it's pressing business?

[wimpyvampire]

Y-Yes it is rather important. I'd... rather not talk about it over the phones.

[weaponsparked]

You weren't here last year, were you?

[wimpyvampire]

No. *pauses*

...What happened last year?

[weaponsparked]

We were dragged ten years into our own private pasts, and then ten years into our respective futures.

... Our futures... here.

[wimpyvampire]

Great. Let's hope this town doesn't drag us into that again then.

B

[likescats]

[Guess who has a kitty and is walking down the street.]

[wimpyvampire]

*Conrad peeks around his bags and OH GOD WALKING SKELET-- oh. Oh aahah. He laughs nervously, seeing the cat. Yeah he knew who it was.*

H-Hello Mr. Death.

[likescats]

HELLO CONRAD.

[wimpyvampire]

I see you got your body back...

*He is almost tempted to touch his arm or something of the sort... It's different when you've read about a character in a book but... Death was real now!*

voice

[haematological]

Oh, that's right. It's almost Christmas.

Re: voice

[wimpyvampire]

Yeah, it's coming up fast.

[haematological]

What do you normally do to celebrate Christmas?

[wimpyvampire]

I sometimes spend it with friends, with my mom or alone...