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[profeseed]

*Ahhh, the end of July. The days are long and hot, and winter is but a distant memory....*

Ah, I understand your feelings, but if you try to grow on me it makes it a little hard to move....

*...except for that one certain pesky plant that still stubbornly insists on making one last stand before vanishing once again until December*

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[painintheneck]

[ITT IT IS NIGHT TIME.

I mean. Guys. I couldn't not.]

Everything looks so festive!

[futureinhand]

In the story books. The rest of us can usually do quite fine with the right attitude.

[painintheneck]

I have to say, it seems like the majority of the vampires I've met here don't really approve of feeding in the natural way. It's a little messed up.

[futureinhand]

There isn't much of a middle ground for some of us. I'm happy with the choices I've made.

[painintheneck]

And what choices are those?

[futureinhand]

To have a family, ultimately.

[ofhisword]

"Festive" is a word for it.

[painintheneck]

You don't seem very pleased.

[ofhisword]

I wouldn't say I'm upset, necessarily - it's merely a nuisance.

[painintheneck]

Yes, I've heard about it from one of the humans here. It sounds positively exciting.

[ofhisword]

It's as it sounds.

[painintheneck]

Surely a vampire as old as you could easily avoid a nuisance like this. And yet here you are.

[ofhisword]

You could call this plant an equalizer of sorts. All the power in the world and yet . . . here we all are.

[painintheneck]

Does that bother you?

[ofhisword]

It would bother me much more if it weren't merely mistletoe.

[painintheneck]

[she laughs.]

True.