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Eh, fair enough. It's Christmas, no need to be that one guy in all Christmas movies that won't lighten up.

Honest answer: Yes. I'd never do so much for these filthy mongrels. She's borderline saintly as it is and this is just more evidence on the pile and I can almost assure you that she'd not going to get her due for it really, people are just going to take it for granted and give hollow gratitude and keep being selfish little takers. I may just be being a little more cynical than is strictly speaking necessary here, but come on.

Has 26 planned presents up.
Says there's still more.

How do you even?

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I didn't know which one worked better so here's both, Plums.

Don't care. Just do.

You're mean. Go play in traffic.

I know, right?

Now this is a time for you to shine. You might be wearing the nerd girl sweater and librarian skirt, but you're doing this. You're making it happen. You sidle up next to some schmuck and nudge him softly, gently, innocently and then boom, you're in front of him. You stay close, almost cozy like for a bit, let him stay surprised, let him appreciate you for a moment before slipping out of his drab, dull world forever. Oh, god, you're good. You scare yourself a little bit with how good you are. It's like you're some kind of weird sexy, awesome, swagnasty, bitchy chick. Awwwwwwwwww. Hell, YEAH!

Compose yourself. Keep going. Alright. You've made it past the first line. You get past security just as easy. They guy accepts your tickets without so much as a tug at the bottom of your sweater. You're just that good. No. No more massive self aggrandizing rants in your own damn head. You have a job to do, chica. So you have made up your lost time with your awesome sexiness. Now you're about to board the plane, it is so close you can taste it. Well not actually, plane probably tastes like metal because that's what it is. Metal. Big metal air foils. That taste like-- whoa buddy-- that's not what you're supposed to do. You

[] smack this wanker a real nice one.
[] act demure and blushy.
[] you sure you're not sick, because that shoulder is cold.

You're not gonna make it on foot. Well, not gracefully at least and you hate looking sweaty and gross upon arrival. He he. Anyhow, Calvin's got a car and you've got a request. Which is promptly denied. He likes you, you're his best customer, you're also very pretty (you added that one), but he says no. Why's that? You're not a licensed driver, that's why. Right... You actually suck at pretty much everything that isn't related to killing people or you know. So what are you gonna do now? This is a real friggin' embarrassment, mate. A real friggin' embarrassment. Calvin says you should learn to plan better. You tell him to stuff it and drive you since it's technically not really but kinda in a contrived way if you look at it slanty get drunk and slap yourself in the face with a tuna seven times type dealio, manner or fashion is his fault you're late. He grudgingly agrees. You know two really good reasons why he agreed but you're not letting either out at the moment. Gotta play it casual like you don't actually want it. What were you doing before? Right, going to the airport to get revenge on those bitches for fucking with you. Rain the molten hot lead of justice on their heads and all that fanfare and jazz hands.

When you arrive at the airport, you're a little later than you'd like but you might make it anyway. Here's hoping. You

[] Rush to the plane in the most direct manner possible, push people out of line where necessary.
[] Wait patiently for your turn.
[] Flirt, bribe and sneak through as fast as possible. Keep a low enough profile so as not to set off anyone's radar.

They're both actually fbi agents.

Sounds like it could have gone worse.

Hi.

I guess they really do always come back.

until we close our eyes for good~

Glorious Heresy!