oh dear god

[unweaving]

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.

Comments

[noodledream]

[ Hey now. He has plenty. ]

Well, I should hope so. Otherwise I'd start worrying about your observation skills slipping.

[newrecipe]

I don't think we'll ever be in any danger of that.

[Except for in like thirty minutes after some more alcohol, whoops.]

[noodledream]

[ He can't wait. ]

I dunno. Sitting around in a stuffy room with a bunch of old people all day?

[newrecipe]

Out of necessity, I assure you. My powers of observation haven't failed us yet, have they?

[No. No they have not.]

[noodledream]

You just put a 'yet' in that sentence, Iggy. I'm a little worried now.

[ But from the teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, it's obvious he's not really. ]

[newrecipe]

Only trying not to be too terribly proud. There is some value to being humble, after all.

[But come on. Let's be honest.]

[noodledream]

Is there? I don't believe it.

[ Wow, he's always honest. Maybe too much so. ]