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thirty-sixth breath ✧ voice

So I know not everyone is from a place that celebrates Christmas and all - hell, I hardly celebrated it - but I was just thinking that it might be nice to have some sorta big decorated tree in the center of town like they have in some cities, you know? Have everyone add their own little decoration and it could be just a general holiday thing.

Of course someone who's not as lazy as me would have to organize it, because there's no way I'd be able to pull it off.

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Yes, I see it. Ho ho ho.

My heart is filled with the Christmas spirit.

[Said as deadpan as possible.]

Your heart may be filled with the Christmas spirit, but it seems it has yet to spread outward from there. That sounded more like the Grinch than Santa Claus.

[Guess who has been reading holiday-related books from the library.]

[He raises a brow at the reference, though he shouldn't really be surprised.]

I'll work on it. Maybe.

'Maybe'?

[Richard does not like this 'maybe,' Isamu.]

I was hoping this could be avoided, but if you are going to force my hand...

I'm not forcing anything! That's all you.

I could always hang some mistletoe...

[And he would, too, just to see the face Isamu would no doubt make.]

Don't you dare.

[That sort of thing shouldn't even be allowed in this village, as far as he's concerned.]

It can't hurt to stay one step ahead of the Malnosso. Perhaps they would skip the enchanted kind if they saw we had already been getting into the holiday spirit.

You're giving them way too much credit here. Way too much.

You'd rather leave them an opening to cause more mischief?

They don't need an opening. They do it on their own.

In other words, we should assume that magical mistletoe is going to happen whether we hang our own or not and prepare accordingly.

[... by locking himself in their room, possibly, and only leaving it in the middle of the night when everyone else in the house is asleep.]

Exactly.

... Someone needs to create a mistletoe detector so we can avoid walking under them.

Or something that would allow us to walk while looking up at the ceiling. If only Pascal were still here...

Maybe we should ask about it over the journals. There's gotta be some other inventors or enchanters here.

You would trust the outcome of your possible romantic encounters to a stranger?

Could it really be any worse than what the mistletoe could do?

And by saying that, you just guaranteed that something terrible will happen to you as a result.

Do you have to put it that way?

I supposed I could have softened the blow...

You could have, but you wouldn't have.

Am I that obvious?

You are super obvious. Always.

[Richard will just take the pom-pom on the end of the Santa hat and bop Isamu in the face with it, like a mature adult.]

[Isamu blows at it, but it just falls back onto his face again.]

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