sirenspull | Ninteenth Frost | Voice (Forward-dated to Christmas morning)

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Ninteenth Frost | Voice (Forward-dated to Christmas morning)

[Attention, Siren's Port. On this unseasonably warm winter morning, Hitsugaya has a very important announcement to make.]

I hate this city.

[We now return you to your regularly scheduled Christmas cheer.]

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As if I ever have it.

You're right. If I was you, I wouldn't have anything to be cheerful about either.

Tch. Do you think I don't realize that you're baiting me?

What if that's my Christmas gift to you?

Then I don't want it. [You know, as if he'd want anything from you at all.]

Gift certificate to the club, then?

[A little snarl, here.] How about going to hell like I told you to?

There you go, getting nasty again, when all I'm doing is talking.

[It's because of the heat. Really. Or maybe only slightly because of it.]

You've done enough in the past that it's justified.

[And the rest is because of the nuisance?]

No spirit of forgiveness for the new year?

[Luppi has paid attention to human holidays these past few years!]

[The rest is because Luppi is Luppi. So . . . yes. It's the nuisance.]

No.

[He gives no fucks about these mortal traditions.]

It sounds like you need someone to give you what you deserve for being a naughty boy.

[He had some experience with that recently, but he is not actually offering.]

And do you intend to try, knowing how badly you always fail?

You know, you're so full of hate. Maybe someone needs to put you out of your misery.

[Butthurt much, Luppi?]

And you seem to be stopping short of making an offer to do that yourself. I wonder why. [He's better at this when he gets you off a mocking track, isn't he?]

Did I say I wouldn't do it?

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