[ Not that he hates Leon or anything remotely like that—in all honesty, he doesn't mind the cat so much—but he's really glad he's not here. This would have been three hundred percent more aggravating with him prowling around. Locus already feels his temper threatening to snap at any moment because of all this holiday cheer. Which he's pretty sure isn't what's supposed to be happening. Because from all the television Felix has been watching, Locus has seen the commercials and movies. People are supposed to be happy around this time of year. Not mad.
Locus is staring at the tree like it killed his entire family and then some, unsure of if he wants to decorate it or incinerate it. Especially at the thought of going back out to one of those stores. Maybe if they go in the middle of the night it won't be as bad. Maybe. He sighs and drags the back of his wrist over his forehead. It's around that time he feels Felix staring at him and he looks over, brows raised in question. ]
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Locus is staring at the tree like it killed his entire family and then some, unsure of if he wants to decorate it or incinerate it. Especially at the thought of going back out to one of those stores. Maybe if they go in the middle of the night it won't be as bad. Maybe. He sighs and drags the back of his wrist over his forehead. It's around that time he feels Felix staring at him and he looks over, brows raised in question. ]
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