[ hey you know who died in christmas town, basically?
this guy.
but here he is, anyways, because wenzhou has just decided to go "eh, whaddya gonna do?" and accept the invitation. there's no murder involved, and it's not like he came out of that actually particularly traumatized. other people did! he died, he didn't have to see his body salsa.
the party drinks help, actually. he's got one in hand as he watches festivities, taking a drink and looking like he's deeply considering getting one of the mistletoes down to terrorize people with it, judging by the way that he keeps eyeballing one nearby thoughtfully. but not balefully. no, fei du might be a gremlin and he the wrangler. but he's just as bad, if not worse, in some regards. you can also wildcard option him here and drag him out of the party/make him do party things if you want idk your life. ]
II. holiday haggling
Listen, if you're going to try and sell people stuff during the holidays, you really ought to consider putting in some deals, you know? Everyone's buying things for people, they can only afford so much on meager salaries.
[ welp. here's wenzhou, now, doing some holiday shopping and trying to fucking haggle down whatever price that the shopkeep has set. even if it's cookies and milk, or christmas carols, or - whatever. he is trying to talk down the asking price. ]
I need to save my pipes for yelling at subordinates and crooks, I can't go running around singing carols and songs I don't even know.
III. the yiguo prompt
[ MRRP goes the snowdrift next to your ankle. it wiggles. shimmies, even.
and then, all of a sudden, a massive cat, perhaps 20 lbs of calico fur, erupts out of the white fluff. and it cannonballs directly into your ankles, your shins, pooped up with the biggest dumbass eyes that you've ever seen.
it's a hit-and-run, as the creature loops and scampers and then dives into another snowdrift across the way. ]
luo wenzhou / homophonic
this guy.
but here he is, anyways, because wenzhou has just decided to go "eh, whaddya gonna do?" and accept the invitation. there's no murder involved, and it's not like he came out of that actually particularly traumatized. other people did! he died, he didn't have to see his body salsa.
the party drinks help, actually. he's got one in hand as he watches festivities, taking a drink and looking like he's deeply considering getting one of the mistletoes down to terrorize people with it, judging by the way that he keeps eyeballing one nearby thoughtfully. but not balefully. no, fei du might be a gremlin and he the wrangler. but he's just as bad, if not worse, in some regards. you can also wildcard option him here and drag him out of the party/make him do party things if you want idk your life. ]
II. holiday haggling
[ welp. here's wenzhou, now, doing some holiday shopping and trying to fucking haggle down whatever price that the shopkeep has set. even if it's cookies and milk, or christmas carols, or - whatever. he is trying to talk down the asking price. ]
I need to save my pipes for yelling at subordinates and crooks, I can't go running around singing carols and songs I don't even know.
III. the yiguo prompt
and then, all of a sudden, a massive cat, perhaps 20 lbs of calico fur, erupts out of the white fluff. and it cannonballs directly into your ankles, your shins, pooped up with the biggest dumbass eyes that you've ever seen.
it's a hit-and-run, as the creature loops and scampers and then dives into another snowdrift across the way. ]