12-12-2018, 09:33 PM
As Atticus began to explain exactly what "Santa" was, Clarence only furrowed his brow and looked even more confused than he'd been before. "No, Father Christmas is not known as 'Santa'. At least not that I've ever heard of. And, as far as I'm aware, Father Christmas doesn't give out any sort of gifts. He's associated with feasting, but not with presents- for adults or children," he answered. Despite his words, he sat down beside Atticus and pulled a piece of paper close to him. He didn't want to be left out, after all. "So, how do we send our letters to this 'Santa'?" the man questioned as he picked up a the sheet of stinkers, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to peel one off. He had no idea what these little adhesive decorations were but they were rather intriguing. He was finally able to get the little cartoon mistletoe off his sheet and then tried to press it on his paper, but it wouldn't stay. He frowned and tried pressing again before flipping over his paw and finding it was stuck to the pad of it. He waved his paw around a bit and even tried removing it with the other paw, only to find it got stuck on that one. He let out a huff and tried pressing it down again, only for it to stay on his paw. "Oh, bloody-" his words broke off as he picked up a pen. Perhaps writing a bit would get the thing unstuck. Without thinking, he wrote the word 'socks' at the top before letting out an irritated huff and pulling his paw to his face again. He glanced at Atticus and Orpheus, feeling heat growing in his face and chest. "Come on-" He muttered the words almost desperately as he tried to flick the sticker away from him.
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