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deathsdoctor) wrote2012-12-20 09:26 pm
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[Law’s journal clicks on, thanks to the meddling of two annoying houseguests, far, far away from the man (who is manfully restraining some violent urges towards his visitors.), and records the following conversation.]
*Hic* - Hey! Hey, Jack! You gotta try this orange soda. It’s got some kick.
Santa’s going to be mad at you. No drinking on the job! … uh, where did you find that stuff, anyway?
[Inquiring elves want to know, okay?]
Friiiiiiiiidge.
… yeah. Just... don't touch anything in there anymore. Now where did those two goo--- oh? Did you hear that? Mike? [The faint sound of high pitched mewing.] Chris Christmas! MIKE! Get back here. We’re on a mission!
KITTENS!
That’s very nice, Mike. Now leave them alone before the mama… oh dear… mommy cats--- MIKE, JUST RUN!
… a~aah… *hic*?
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AAAAH!
Good kitties! NICE KITTI---AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
... every year. Hang on Mike, I'm coming!
[Footsteps sound and the journal is picked up, revealing a green clad elf brandishing a candy cane wildly and danging in air by the collar from a gray cat's mouth, while a red clad elf is sobbing hysterically under the paw of a black cat surrounded by her three kittens, just a day old.
Law sighs loudly. Cranky pirate captain doctor is cranky:]
Troublesome. What have you gotten into now? We were trying to sleep.
H-hey, you! Get us out of here! We'll put in a good word with Santa for you and your boyfriend! [DON'T LET THEM EAT US!] ... p-please? We won't even tell him about that naughty book you have. Come on...
... and if all I want is for you two to leave and never come back?
... uh... but... Santa... ugh, you're in so much trouble, Mike... ..n..noo... If you don't do this, you'll end on the naughty list! Santa's watching!
... hn. [Yeah... that's really helping your case, fellas.] Fine.
[The journal cuts off.]
*Hic* - Hey! Hey, Jack! You gotta try this orange soda. It’s got some kick.
Santa’s going to be mad at you. No drinking on the job! … uh, where did you find that stuff, anyway?
[Inquiring elves want to know, okay?]
Friiiiiiiiidge.
… yeah. Just... don't touch anything in there anymore. Now where did those two goo--- oh? Did you hear that? Mike? [The faint sound of high pitched mewing.] Chris Christmas! MIKE! Get back here. We’re on a mission!
KITTENS!
That’s very nice, Mike. Now leave them alone before the mama… oh dear… mommy cats--- MIKE, JUST RUN!
… a~aah… *hic*?
….
AAAAH!
Good kitties! NICE KITTI---AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
... every year. Hang on Mike, I'm coming!
[Footsteps sound and the journal is picked up, revealing a green clad elf brandishing a candy cane wildly and danging in air by the collar from a gray cat's mouth, while a red clad elf is sobbing hysterically under the paw of a black cat surrounded by her three kittens, just a day old.
Law sighs loudly. Cranky pirate captain doctor is cranky:]
Troublesome. What have you gotten into now? We were trying to sleep.
H-hey, you! Get us out of here! We'll put in a good word with Santa for you and your boyfriend! [DON'T LET THEM EAT US!] ... p-please? We won't even tell him about that naughty book you have. Come on...
... and if all I want is for you two to leave and never come back?
... uh... but... Santa... ugh, you're in so much trouble, Mike... ..n..noo... If you don't do this, you'll end on the naughty list! Santa's watching!
... hn. [Yeah... that's really helping your case, fellas.] Fine.
[The journal cuts off.]
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Having fun with the gnomes?
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... shouldn't you be more worried about getting out of Amaya's jaws?
... ahaha...aha... please...
More annoying than entertaining, sadly... the cats on the other hand? They seem to like them.
[Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Ultimately Law doesn't want to scrub elf guts out of his carpet.]
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So new cat-toys, eh? Saves on birds and feathers at least.
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T-t-t-toys? [SQUEAK.]
... mmhhmm. Thinking about it. The girls have been really, really good after all.
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[Itachi appears, hands in his pockets, watching the display with all the interest one might show a couple flies that had managed to get inside through an open window, face deadpan.
He's far too used to the strange going-ons in this place.]
There appear to be little men in the house. [So matter-of-fact.]
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So far she been resisting all Law's attempts to coax her prize from her. Because it's her prey and therefore it belongs to her!]
Apparently they were bothering the kittens and...
[WHELP.]
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Amaya pads over and proudly deposits her catch into his open palm.]
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That's fine. You were being plenty naughty yourselves with invading our privacy.
[To Itachi:] Thanks. Now...
Jaaaaack? Guuuuuuuuuuys? Little help *hic* here? [He's still under Sumire's paw, her grey kitten giving him a tentative poke with his paw.]
... for the other one...
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[Journal pan to the three snuggled around Sumire. One black, one grey, one black tabby. And one red clad elf trapped underneath the paw of the mama cat, staring up at the black cat in fright.
Sumire is quite content to keep the elf pinned for now.]
Cute, aren't they?
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Indeed... do you plan to keep them all?
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whoops, sorry for the short thread~
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[Somewhat distracted. You know how hard it can be to get something away from Kenta when he's taken a fancy to something. He's trying to get his girls to give up their elf toys.]
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Not important. [He makes a waving motion at the journal feed with his fingers.] Those things made of catnip, or what?
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[Okay, so it's a slightly nosy question, but he has personal reasons for being curious.]
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[Though he prefers the terms 'partner' and 'lover' as he feels they better describe just how serious the relationship really is.]
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Y-y-you... GRINCH. Santa'll just send more operatives. Mark my words. HE'LL KNOW!
... hmmm....
DON'T YOU START GETTING IDEAS!
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