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

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

I'll be home in a couple of hours. Finnick's going to meet me.

[fallenbrownbird.livejournal.com]

Good! He'll make sure you stay safe!!

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Is there anything I can bring back for you?

[fallenbrownbird.livejournal.com]

Uhh...I can't think of anything at the moment, but I'll let you know if I do!! Thank you, Cinna!

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Alright, I'll see you soon.

[fallenbrownbird.livejournal.com]

Stay safe! I know Finnick will be with you, but still...if you get attacked by pretty women, you might have to fend for yourself!

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind, dear.

[fallenbrownbird.livejournal.com]

Good!