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[senseandcecilbility]

[Preaching is something Kevin can do blindfolded, but socializing is not by far his specialty. In fact, right now he wishes he was blindfolded. And yet he is braving the terrifying audience of strangers to deliver his very important invitation. It is that time of the year, after all.]

G-good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Please allow me to apologize for infringing on your time. However, I wonder if any of you would be interested in joining a little amateur choir? The city seems odd without proper Christmas carols, wouldn’t you agree? Fortunately, I have had the honor of directing a few church choirs in the past, and happened to find a place that seems just right. [He casts an uncertain glance over his shoulder, revealing a dark and creepy museum hall.] …As long as one refrain from feeding the penguins, I suppose. [He redirects his attention to the tablet with a self-conscious cough.] Perfect acoustics, I tell you!

Ah, and for those adventurous enough to give it a try, there will be cookies and hot cocoa after every rehearsal.

[Cookies and hot cocoa should not be viewed as a bribery for heaven. Not at all. Why, even the most prayerful can use a little nudge now and then.]

Comments

[lazyinlove]

not exactly.

Well maybe.

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[His choir is ruined by penguins!]

[lazyinlove]

hello?

[Just het back to the part where you have food, bro. He can overlook some death penguins for something hot in his stomach these days. Better penguins than bombs, right?]

[senseandcecilbility]

Y-yes, sir. I am still here.

[And fretting.]

Do I take that you would wish to join our choir, sir?

*get, sorry. tiny phone keys.

[lazyinlove]

[Huh? Oh, right. The choir thing.]

yeah. I'm not tone deaf I promise. Or no one's ever said I was anyway.

tiny phone keys are the worst. 8(

[senseandcecilbility]

Excellent. What sort of cookies do you prefer, sir?

[You are totally in this for the cookies, aren't you?]

yep

[lazyinlove]

[Is it obvious? Whoops. Whatever, food is food.]

Chocolate chip.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Sorry bro, you do not sound like a Christmas carol lover.]

Consider it done!

[lazyinlove]

[Yeah, he couldn't really give less of a shit. But he'll go through the motions?]

Sweet.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Yay, not so creepy choir member achieved!]

Be here as soon as you can.

[lazyinlove]

On my way.

[senseandcecilbility]

Do not forget to keep yourself warm, young man.

[The poor child is certainly going to receive an ugly sweater upon arrival.]

action? handwave?

[lazyinlove]

[He'll take it. Warm things are his new favorite things.]

thought about handwaving since xmas is no more, but we can action too ~

[senseandcecilbility]

[He has over two hundred ugly sweaters to bestow upon others. It's going to be the most perfect Christmas.]

Nope, that's totally fine. Assume Stanley ate the cookies with his whole face and loved them.

[lazyinlove]

[Hey man, ugly sweaters are still warm. He'll take one. Score!]

Stanley has a happy life.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Kevin wonders why he is so good with teenagers. It is a gift!]

he does alright when no one is bombing anything etc!

[lazyinlove]

[It's the food, bro. Keep doing the thing with offering them food.]