22. itty bitty christmas

[orderfromchaos]

[Day one, text + voice]

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Hello? Someone took my parents. And my house.


[Day two, spam]

[Did six-year-old Dillon find tiny old roller skates in the back of his closet? Yes he did. He is now about to crash into you, probably.]


[Day three, video]

[A tiny redhead is absolutely swimming in a vaguely blasphemous christmas sweater. He's in the chapel, and he sings Away in a Manger in a clear, lovely soprano. He bites his lip for a moment afterward.]

Are we going to have a tree? Will someone else come light candles? I'm not supposed to play with fire.


[Day three, spam]

[Find Dillon with excessive candy canes hooked into the collar of his oversized sweater, trailing tinsel, attempting to stack a chair on top of a ladder so that he can hang up mistletoe and wreaths almost as big as he is.]


[OOC: replies will come from inateacup]

Comments

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ The apology threw him. He stopped, the grin turning into a pout. ]

Duh, I'm supposed to! I'm scary!

[inateacup]

Oh. Well you're quite good at it then!

[So earnest]

[400yearsofsurvival]

You're not scared anymore!

[ He was very upset by this fact. ]

[inateacup]

No, but I was very scared at first!

Who says you're supposed to be scary anyway?

[400yearsofsurvival]

I DO! NOW BE SCARED!

[ He lunged at Dillon, his mouth full of several rows of very sharp teeth, his eyes solid black. ]

[inateacup]

Eep!

[And he's running! DNW pointy bites.]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ And he chases. But luckily, his powers are to-scale, so he's not THAT fast. ]