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[symmetrophile]

Everyone, we're coming up on a very important day, the last of its kind before we turn over to a new year.

As with all such momentous occasions, I think we at the Villa should host a holiday party. On that date, precisely.

[This is actually a message intended for other Villa residents, but whatever, the rest of the bubble will get to enjoy the rare sight of the young reaper looking, dare we say, a little jolly? A little affected by holiday spirit?

Actually, more like he's being a fanboy.]

Of course, I'm speaking of December twenty-first, being the last day of the year that is a perfect palindrome, the numbers of the month being a mirror-image of the date.

[Good old 12/21.

Death the Kid's fingers, gloved and interlaced, tuck up under his chin as he exhales with contentment (and a little longing, that total weirdo), letting out a plume of steam. The moment is abruptly shattered by a snowball planting itself against the side of his head, startling him out of his reverie.

It's a good thing the SFC cuts out when it does. No one should witness the Snowball Retribution Apocalypse (Shinigami Version).]

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[shippingmath]

[As soon as Kid lets go, Dirk goes into a crouch. He lifts one hand to his throat, and breathes carefully. Behind his shades, his eyes are fixed on Kid.]

It's just a fucking puppet, not a big deal. But if it offends your delicate sensibilities this much, I suppose I might be persuaded to leave it alone for a while.

[He rises to his feet again, walking back several paces until he's further from Kid than he was the past two times.]

I didn't think playing fair would matter to a reaper who supposedly has so much more power.

[symmetrophile]

My sensibilities are hardly delicate, you obviously have deplorable taste, keeping something like that around!

[That repetitive banging would be the slap of his shoe sole against the floor, as he stomps to lend vehemence to his point, stiffly pointing in the direction of the offending puppet.]

Fairness and balance always matter, no matter the context! Do you really think a reaper would try to educate anyone by giving them more than they could truly handle? Implying otherwise makes me sick!

[shippingmath]

[Wow, that sure is a temper tantrum. Dirk would be amused if it weren't so irritating. But in that case, he'll just put the puppet back in his sylladex. That done, he spreads his hands, showing off the fact that they're empty now.]

Fine. Since you need this to be to your standards. Now, are we going to keep doing this, or are you going to rag on my choice in weapons more?