TAKE WHAT I CAN GET / territory decorating

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BOY KING

"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain . vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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Sure , vaas knew of chrismas . but ain't no one selfless enough to die for everyone's sins . no way that one animal can atone for it all ; much less be the sun of god . sure, gods roamed the earth - but the idea of there being only one god and that one son - whose only known for killing himself - is ridiculous . the whole idea is ridiculous , and vaas would gladly chatter his own idea's to the bloody world if it meant that the winter season wasn't drowned in such moquerie.

but vaas loved parties. if he knew anything about Christmas - which wasn't much ; the whole christian religion was so full of shit vaas couldn't contain himself every time someone tried to tell him about it - it was that the season sold party supplies like a greedy merchant . he was a party animal and even now the idea of a party  made the tiger thrum with anticipation . the battered beast was there , slick russet and blacks - daring green eyes looking up and watching other's gather , discuss and unpack the festive looking decorations. His eyes slid to the area around them - no shifting shadows , no hidden footsteps - no responsibility .

Vaas' walk was confident as he tuned into the conversation , chipper mood for once . willing to even help and jolly gosh - wasn't that a surprise! "such a damper on the fun - religion" at this , the panther dragged his words - dramatizing the words grossly "if you're looking for the answer kiddos , the only reason most even amuse such a ridiculous tradition is because it usually involves a party . no one is usually ever in it for themselves - animals want things , and Christmas is the giving holiday."

vaas slipped past demon , raptor and ghost alike to get to the large crates. claws snapping whatever binding kept them shut and swinging one of the boxes open. a slight grin set on hi maw , the tiger pulled out spools of itchy tinsel . Vibrant reds and greens and silvers. he grabbed them by the pawful - the mouthful, the once scarred juvanile drowned in festive colors. Vaas looked around with a critical eye - looking for good spots to hide it for now - planning. stopping when he spotted his new clanmates. with a grin he twirled some of the silver tinsel around goldenluxery - aiming for it to look like a scarf around her neck - red for the raptor : maise - and bright green for bubonicplague.