O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum, wie treu sind deine Blätter!
[Dated December 3rd, 2011]Trixa... hadn't really been fond of Victorian times the first time around. Too much hypocrisy, too much hiding behind facades. Granted, it made her job as a trickster dead simple. Victorian men and women, especially in London, had been so fond of their stature that they'd sacrifice anything just to keep it. Image was
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The expression on his face didn't exactly bode well, but so long as he wasn't slamming to door back in her face, she figured she could press ahead. She wasn't kidding when she said it was freezing outside and the cold didn't have the adorable quality of a Sussian-wonderland behind it this year so she kind of just hated it. She'd been living in the desert too long, winters like this, she sometimes grew a pelt to deal with, an option denied her here.
Pushing her way inside, she passed him the heavy bag, metal at the bottom, carefully wrapped decorations at the top. "Be careful with that while I get the tree, will ya?"
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Damn, but did she miss central heating. Moving closer to the stove, she started to pull off her gloves and stomp her feet a little, glad beyond words that she'd found men's clothes in her size that she could wear. She really didn't have the patience for petticoats, bustles and corsets, not when there were so many places to explore. Even with the convenience of shops, it has still taken awhile to pull everything together.
"I'll take anything warm you might have to drink. I miss the desert right about now."
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