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yosuke ❝gay thoughts caught me❞ hanamura ([personal profile] youraffection) wrote2017-02-04 07:47 pm
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[personal profile] windowdressing 2017-12-23 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jayden doesn't seem at all alarmed by this, because why shouldn't Santa know his name? His father probably should be, but like several parents before him, he's paying more attention to his phone than to the dialogue taking place a few feet away. ]

Hi, Santa.

Tell me, how good do you think you've been this year?

Very good.

Really?

[ There's clear skepticism in Santa's voice, but Jayden just smiles and puffs up proudly as he affirms his previous answer. ]

Yep!

Hm, that's funny. One of the other elves told me that you tell your neighbors their hair is stupid.

[ This is not the response Jayden was expecting, and after a moment of confusion, his eyes go wide at the terrible realization that Santa really does see everything. ]

So, what are you asking me to bring you?

Um... [ He suddenly sounds a lot less confident about his prospects here. ] A Nerf Mega TwinShock?

[ Oh, wonderful. As if the kids in Redžo's building weren't already bad enough without fancy projectiles.

He glances over toward Jayden's dad to make sure he's still distracted before leaning in and lowering his voice slightly. ]


...Well. If you do get one, just know that if you ever use it on any of the grown-ups in your apartment, Santa's going to take it away and leave the broken pieces in the stairwell on the east side of the building for you to find.

With a lump of coal.
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[personal profile] windowdressing 2017-12-30 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
What? [ He whispers back, equally sharply. ] That kid's a terror, he deserves it. The whole building should thank me.

[ And no one else seemed to be paying attention, so hey. No harm, no foul. ]

God, what time is it?

[ He cranes his neck to check the big festive clock over there near the start of the line, but... oh, that's not an actual clock, that's just a "Santa will return at ____" thing where someone moves the hands. Well, whatever, they have to be at least halfway through with this, right?

He decides he'll just go ahead and believe that rather than risk finding out it's only been fifteen minutes or something. He's already getting a headache from this wig and hat and all these high-pitched voices, he doesn't know if he could handle knowing there's another forty-five minutes of this crap ahead. He closes his eyes and rubs his forehead for a moment before looking back up to see who's up next.

...Where's their kid? ]