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[unionjackoff]

[there is a pause that has been recorded, unintentionally, followed by the sound of someone clearing his throat]

Uh. Hullo. This is Arthur Kirkland. Please leave a message. Or text. Or whatever...

[beep]

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[unionjackoff]

[d-don't blush at him! it's weird! England has to look away because he feels uncomfortable for some reason]

Only you can be you, obviously! So you're always going to be the best Katsura! Don't try to be Santa Claus!

[bakudanma]

_{[ He blushes easily. Sue him. ]}
I see. I think this is one of the most tasteful advice I have heard in awhile.
_{[ He pries his head away from the door sill. ]}

I needed to deliver the gift, though. It's part of the holiday spirit.

[unionjackoff]

Well... yes. That's acceptable. And. You did a good job with that. I guess. [delivering, he means. but England still does not approve of stealing from a little old lady. maybe once, a long time ago, that wouldn't have bothered him] Do you still have more to deliver?

[bakudanma]

I do!
_{[ He brightens. ]}
Plenty of children have been good this year, so I should be on my way!
_{[ And so, he turns, waving idly over his shoulder. ]}

Ha ha haaa, Merry Christmas!

[unionjackoff]

[god, he's still doing it. England sighs, stooping to pick up the voucher. and uncrumple it. maybe he will use it and see if it does it any good.

...but he's going to look for the old lady this embroidery kit belongs to later] Merry Christmas, Katsura.