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[willshootyou]

[There's a sudden CLATTER of noise as two gloved fists hit to the top of a wide wooden desk the militant blond nation stands before-- a stack of empty forms before him as his eyes narrowed to the empty hall that the double doors of the study opened up to belonging to Headquarters.

Curling a gloved hand before his mouth he mumbles.]

This will not

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[ponyplanes]

I'll bring the ponies! I can like, totally put horns on their head and call them reindeer!

[willshootyou]

.....What would any use be in that?

[ponyplanes]

Christmas spirit! Duh!

[willshootyou]

...They would create a mess.

Unless you are going to...pick up after them.

[mansae]

Big bro is doing decorations, huh.

Okay, I'll help him! Big bro doesn't know what's really cool so I have to help him!

[willshootyou]

Hm well I suppose he could use the team work...

Just don't do anything untasteful...

[mansae]

Leave it to me, I'll make it look super cool!

[willshootyou]

......

[To himself] Why do I still worry....?