12-24-2019, 06:02 PM
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Plumping himself up with a pillow tucked beneath his outfit, he grunted as he took a seat on a brown leather armchair. ❝ Ah, shit. One of you is gonna have to help me up after we're done 'ere. ❞ He muttered, shifting in his seat as eyes surveyed his grotto. One of the cabins in the village had been converted into a cozy Santa's grotto, a tree with wrapped gifts beneath, garlands and ribbons stretched across the ceiling and a fire place with a warm crackling fire. In the corner, a small music player sounded quiet, jazzy Christmas tunes.
Turning his head to the side, Tommy's eyes landed on his reflection in the mirror and damn; he made a pretty convincing Santa Claus. He looked pretty good with the big, fat belly and long white beard. Adjusting the hat on his head, Tom leaned back comfortably on the sofa as he looked towards the door, wordlessly reminding himself that he had to stay in character. No cursing or insulting anybody tonight. He blinked as the door opened and people began to filter into the cabin, and the sight of Edmund walking in with a baby on each hip suddenly made it very difficult for Tommy to keep in character.
❝ I look like a right twat right now- ❞ Tommy commented, gesturing at Edmund, ❝ whilst you get to look all pretty 'n' domestic. What's that all about? ❞ Eddie quirked a brow before looking down at baby Tommy. ❝ Father Christmas is pretty mouthy, huh? ❞ He said to the eight month old, before Charlotte began to reach out towards her uncle. Eddie stepped to the side of the room, eyes wandering around at the others as Tommy grumbled before getting back into character.
// feel free to have your character participate in the grotto as an elf, or have them visit the grotto for a gift and the opportunity to meet a very mouthy santa claus adjgfkl
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Plumping himself up with a pillow tucked beneath his outfit, he grunted as he took a seat on a brown leather armchair. ❝ Ah, shit. One of you is gonna have to help me up after we're done 'ere. ❞ He muttered, shifting in his seat as eyes surveyed his grotto. One of the cabins in the village had been converted into a cozy Santa's grotto, a tree with wrapped gifts beneath, garlands and ribbons stretched across the ceiling and a fire place with a warm crackling fire. In the corner, a small music player sounded quiet, jazzy Christmas tunes.
Turning his head to the side, Tommy's eyes landed on his reflection in the mirror and damn; he made a pretty convincing Santa Claus. He looked pretty good with the big, fat belly and long white beard. Adjusting the hat on his head, Tom leaned back comfortably on the sofa as he looked towards the door, wordlessly reminding himself that he had to stay in character. No cursing or insulting anybody tonight. He blinked as the door opened and people began to filter into the cabin, and the sight of Edmund walking in with a baby on each hip suddenly made it very difficult for Tommy to keep in character.
❝ I look like a right twat right now- ❞ Tommy commented, gesturing at Edmund, ❝ whilst you get to look all pretty 'n' domestic. What's that all about? ❞ Eddie quirked a brow before looking down at baby Tommy. ❝ Father Christmas is pretty mouthy, huh? ❞ He said to the eight month old, before Charlotte began to reach out towards her uncle. Eddie stepped to the side of the room, eyes wandering around at the others as Tommy grumbled before getting back into character.
// feel free to have your character participate in the grotto as an elf, or have them visit the grotto for a gift and the opportunity to meet a very mouthy santa claus adjgfkl
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I CAN'T HELP MYSELF THE MOMENT THAT I LET IT GO
[sup]IS WHEN I FIND I'M IN CONTROL, I'M IN CONTROL.
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