[ well. they've had the chance to definitely enjoy (question mark) this terrible green drink with eyeballs inside of it before they explore the frosty peak resort. in particular, the sitting room full of skeletons and feet pics. hateful. lin jingheng pauses at some of the ice sculptures, brow furrowed as he examines the angel quietly. he looks just a little too long at one and hums. ]
... The hell...?
[ he squints, turning his head quickly to the side. weird. ]
[harrow should be cut out for the cold, being from pluto, but being actually outside in the elements is different than the perpetual damp chill of their underground caverns. so she's fairly relieved to go inside even if there are nsfw pictures of feet on the wall, and also lavi.]
...Did you see something? I thought earlier that perhaps a fellow was following us.
[ yeah it is weird that lavi is also here. what the hell is happening in the other part of hell actually. someone please explain. ]
You too?
[ he rubs his temples briefly, as if maybe he can like. cover up the brief glance of something just outside his vision for like a second. but of course he can't because this drink is now hell and he doesn't know it. he looks to her, brow furrowed before he eyes finally glance over his shoulder. ]
Guessing that tradition never made it to your planet.
All the better for it. He's a man who breaks into your home in the evening leaving gifts or coal [ ugh so dirty ] depending on if you've been "naughty or nice."
He's not supposed to be real, he's more like a story you tell children that gets them all riled up for toys.
[ he prickles a little, eyes darting to the side briefly. ]
Once a year, this man would circumnavigate Earth to deliver presents or coal to the children with a group of magical deer. One of them had a deadly affliction that made him an outcast, a bulbous glowing red nose.
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... The hell...?
[ he squints, turning his head quickly to the side. weird. ]
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...Did you see something? I thought earlier that perhaps a fellow was following us.
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You too?
[ he rubs his temples briefly, as if maybe he can like. cover up the brief glance of something just outside his vision for like a second. but of course he can't because this drink is now hell and he doesn't know it. he looks to her, brow furrowed before he eyes finally glance over his shoulder. ]
... Did you get a good look?
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Yes. I believe he was. Jolly.
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[ clearly a psychopath of some kind. ]
We could see about trying to ditch him.
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[she'll automatically take his arm.]
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Tch. Dressing like Santa Claus. That's some old Earth tradition.
[ squint ]
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All the better for it. He's a man who breaks into your home in the evening leaving gifts or coal [ ugh so dirty ] depending on if you've been "naughty or nice."
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[ he prickles a little, eyes darting to the side briefly. ]
Once a year, this man would circumnavigate Earth to deliver presents or coal to the children with a group of magical deer. One of them had a deadly affliction that made him an outcast, a bulbous glowing red nose.