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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[He raises an eyebrow at that peal of laughter, curious, then examines the cards she's played before he goes on to play his own hand, self-assured in his handling of these handwaved rules. Ah, the beauty of RP magic.]

Are you? We were quite pleased to receive the invitation. We've all been in need of a bit of downtime, I'm afraid, though it's been difficult to allow ourselves to take it.

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Figures. At least when you're fighting for pay you get to clock out. I think I could really get used to this whole... helping deal.

[ She draws a card. Disaster. It's kind of a shame he's far too upstanding for her to tell herself he stacked the deck with any real conviction. ]

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It does have its merits, even if gil isn't always among them-- though there are hunting jobs to supplement, I suppose, and those you help are often willing to offer something to show their gratitude.

[Feel free to tell yourself whatever you like about the dealing of the cards to make yourself feel better, Aranea. He draws one in turn, tucking it away in his hand without a single shift in his expression. As was quite possibly expected, he has an excellent poker face.]