8th Design [accidental voice]

[threadthefire]

[There's the sound of slight chaos as Cinna's voice, slightly strained, comes over the Network.]

No, madam, I assure you it isn't ninety, eighty, seventy, sixty, fifty, forty, thirty, twenty, ten or even five percent off. And it most certainly isn't two for one.

Don't you know what day this is?

I believe it's Saturday, madam.

You're a right perfect Grinch aren't you?

Madam, I-

A horrible, terrible, awful, anti-Christmas, Grinch!

Madam, please, calm-

[SMACK!] GRINCH!

[There's the sound of someone stomping off and a pause before Cinna speaks again. You can almost hear him rubbing his wounded cheek.]

What kind of curse is this?


[ooc: Cinna, completely uncursed has been overrun today with people asking about sales, deals and giveaways and he is CONFUSED. Also, I couldn't resist - what hiatus?]

Comments

Re: [Action]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Oh pooh. Fine. It's not about respect. It's about sales and winning and thinking you got something for a deal. [Still pouting.]

Re: [Action]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[She's like the spoiled children of the Capitol and it grates on his nerves. But as always, Cinna's pleasant mask doesn't slip a bit as he passes the parcels back to Lucy.]

Then enjoy your prize, and come again.

Re: [Action]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She...really is in a lot of ways but the pout is gone because it's hard for her to pout with a new outfit in hand. She waves at him.]

I will! Thanks!