oh dear god

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Lady A's Christmas Chaos!!!

Saving the world from assholes dressed like a sofa is hard work, and even heroes need to let loose. What better time than the festive season? So what if you're in a world where Christianity isn't a thing! It's time to don your ugliest Christmas sweater, put on your dancing shoes, and tell those around you just how much you love tolerate them. Dance, sing, bone down on the couch, get so drunk on eggnog you puke on the carpet -- Aranea doesn't care, she's way too smart to do his in her own damn house! GET TO PARTYING.

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[ Seriously? Seriously? Cor the Immortal under the mistletoe? Where's the kid with the camera when you need him?

Probably off fiddling with his f-stop and trying to work up the courage to smooch the man, is where. She has to be around to see that. She walks up with her most pleasant smile. ]

So is this like a training exercise, or what?

[redsoles]

[ Great. Of all the people that has to come and talk to him it's the mercenary for hire, the one that last he'd looked had been floating around on the Niff side of things. Then again that's probably unfair and he knows it, but then Cor is more than happy to look unimpressed at everything in life.]

If it was, I wouldn't be divulging that information. Maybe I should be asking you the same thing.

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[ And just like that, the pleasant smile gets replaced with something infinitely more genuine and a bright bark of laughter. The Immortal is funny. Who knew? ]

Judging by the dazzling social skills on display tonight, they could use a little training. Thankfully, that is not my department.

But if you're worried, ask away.

[redsoles]

[ Just stares. Either Cor isn't aware he made a joke or he simply just doesn't care. It's a mystery.]

They're just kids, I'm certain that they will figure it out along with everything else.

Worried?