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[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ Christmas Day dawns and Bruce... realizes he's missing a few days in there. Not much may have been said over the journals when everyone was shrunken, but it's enough to make him realize that the castle has been up to its usual mischief. Luckily for him, though, he didn't have any celebrations planned with the family, which meant he had time to wrap the very few amount of presents he was giving out to people and to finish writing the letters he'd started.

Sometime in the evening (it didn't take him all day, he was just waiting for the shadows in the halls to get longer) he moves out, dropping presents off at doors and looking rather uncomfortable as he wanders through the castle with shiny, wrapping-paper wrapped boxes in his arms. That whatever deities are out there that there's not many boxes.

But that wouldn't mean it wouldn't be somewhat embarrassing for him to be caught, all in black, though not in uniform, skulking through the shadows. And, hey, if you're on his list, means you get your present right then. ]


[ ooc| open in person and for backtagging, since today is christmas and most people won't be around until later. merry christmas, guys ♥ ]

Comments

[maces.livejournal.com]

[Peering at the box now.]

Yeah, but... you're you.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Just because I don't do it often, doesn't mean I don't do it at all.

[maces.livejournal.com]

[Laughterrrrr.]

Yours should be at your room by now.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

... Do I want to know what you got me?

[maces.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you'll put it to good use.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

Your words sound reassuring but that facial expression is ominous.

[maces.livejournal.com]

Now that's just mean.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

I never said I wasn't mean. You should have expected that.

[maces.livejournal.com]

But you're not.

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

I'm not anything remotely close to nice.