[He nods to accept her gratitude. He's not here because he enjoys parties, but he's willing to make sure Holiday is having fun. Then he'll probably make his exit.]
[He tries to move to one side with no results, but his foot rises up when he thinks about moving forward. However, if he tries to move his leg back or to the sides, it just stays there. Putting it back down where he's at works.]
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Holiday.
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Hey. Thanks. [Taking the eggnog off his hands.]
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[She blinks... before trying to leave but... it seems her feet don't completely want to cooperate... Oooooh... Nautilus. Really.]
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Something wrong?
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[He scowls. Really, Nautilus?] Neither can I, it seems.
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[Okay. Stops.] I give up. [Sipping eggnog... AND IGNORING THE LITTLE PIECE OF GREEN STUFF.]
[NO, NAUTILUS, IT WILL NOT WORK.]
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Hmm...
[There's got to be a way around this.]
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[Sips the eggnog again.]
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...This is irritating. I can't move back to my original position.
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[Until she slowly looks up... waiting for him to follow her gaze.]
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[Follows her gaze.]
[...and cue eyebrow. This is important?]
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[He doesn't get it... He better get it in the next five seconds...]
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...Why would Nautilus hang poison above us?
[You better not be marking them for death, Nautilus!]
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