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[OOC: Jack is just leaving things at people's doors, so no response is necessary, though welcome if you want to, of course. And if Jack is pals with someone who has slipped my mind, please remind me!][Late Christmas Eve, Jack is creeping through the mansion with a large paper sack of wrapped packages, absently singing "Deck the Halls" under his

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[timisnotme]

*Oh hell yeah. He is eating the fuck out of that pie. Om nom nom so good.*

[action] SERIOUSLY, WHY DOESN'T SINCLAIR GET PIE

[worldentire]

[He's being working on something ~*illicit*~, I'm sure, when the dogs start to whine and scratch at the door. Frowning, Sinclair pats the gun holster on his body, and cautiously opens the door.

There's a little package there.

In the little package is a tie.

.....He puts it on, and returns to his work, grinning to himself.]

[angel_junk]

[ The next morning there's a knock on Jack's door. ]

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[Jack opens it, wearing at least one blindingly horrible sweater and looking red around the eyes as if he's been crying--he found a hair-bow from one of his children in his stocking, and is reacting accordingly.

He sees Bhamba and freezes, far from prepared.]

[angel_junk]

[ Well, as long as he doesn't freeze Bhamba, that's okay.

...Though it should be mentioned that Bhamba isn't exactly able to take in the freezing or Jack's red eyes at the moment.

You see, the view of the scientist is a little obscured by the large potted plant he's holding in his hands.

Jack may recognise it from back when it bit him at the lab.

Ahhh, good times. ]

I... ah... brought you a present.

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[Jack's eyes go wide, and he ducks back behind the doorframe rather comically. Not quite catching what Bhamba said, he draws his own conclusions.]

It would have been easier if you just used a gun!

[turn4bout]

[ During the next three weeks, Terezi perfected the art of smelling DNA. ]

sweater exchange!

[paper_knight]

When Jack returns to his room, he'll find a similar package by his door, wrapped in brown paper. There's a heavy blue sweater inside, large enough to fit over several layers, and a note:

For the beach.

-MM

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Wow, it's huge! Awesome. Naturally, Jack puts it on.