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[halfblooded_git]

A note to all City residents about the coming month,

Yes, I am understanding of the fact that coming up is a holiday of festive cheer. Regardless, let it hitherto be known that there is to be no display of lights, wreaths, holly, or a tree anywhere near my living quarters. I don't care what you do on your own schedule, so long as it doesn't

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[eye_see_luc_y]

I agree.

[halfblooded_git]

And are you a victim of this unwarranted cheerfulness plaguing the City as well?

[eye_see_luc_y]

I frequent the Underground more than the rest of the city, and it doesn't change much from season to season.

[halfblooded_git]

Then perhaps I should consider a move to there.

[venomouselle]

Don't worry, you aren't getting anything from me. Not even coal.

Merry Fucking Christmas.

[halfblooded_git]

Ms. Driver. Clearly you are under the impression that I care anything about what you think. Allow me to correct this ill-conceived notion.

[venomouselle]

My gift to you is these lovely, caustic verbal exchanges. Whether you care or not it doesn't matter, you keep replying.

[halfblooded_git]

Perhaps out of some morbid impulse that drives my disbelief at the 'loveliness' of your responses.

[misterblackbird]

Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days; and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.

Ah, I do beg your pardon. I thought you were reading from the Dickens story.

[halfblooded_git]

...I do not believe that such a revisit back to a pointless Christmas story was necessary, whoever you are. Yet another waste of time, I might add.

[ooc: *cracking up* Dear god. Awesome.]

[misterblackbird]

Lord Cain Hargreaves. Yes, and I do beg your pardon for it. I can't imagine why I was so suddenly reminded of it.

[ooc: Couldn't resist! :3 All he needs is a 'Humbug!' or two~]

[halfblooded_git]

And you can wipe whatever irritating smile you have on your face, oh Lord. Your feeble comparison between myself and that story's antagonist is both banal and crude.

[ooc: Wait til the curse days? :D]

[browning_baby]

Never been a big holiday fan, myself.

[halfblooded_git]

Another reason why I find your company tolerable.

[browning_baby]

Gee, you say the sweetest things.

We need to get together sometimes.

[halfblooded_git]

I agree. It's been too long since last we saw each other in person. Possibly dating back to those witch hunting days in October.

[championess]

This place is just filled with people who love life, isn't it?

[halfblooded_git]

I don't believe I said anything contradictory to that. Pay attention, would you?

[championess]

Sarcasm. Rethorical question.

[halfblooded_git]

Pointless rhetorical question, might I add.