It's only logical.
Jan. 12th, 2007 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keire_ke... I'm so late, it isn't even funny.
Good news is, I managed to get the essay done in time, without running back and forth like a headless chicken. Bad news: I probably accidentally mixed up the pages. Oh well. They're numbered. I was also supposed to do grocery shopping today, but of course dropped dead and didn't bother waking till 8pm. Feh.
I'm sorry for making you wait so long,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yami_tai! Have a bonus drabble to go with the piccy. ^______^ On account of the winter disappointing (one evening of snow, and lame snow! WTF is up with that!), the theme is snow. Hope you like!
Heero did not understand. Heero did not comprehend. Heero could not wrap his mind around it. Christmas was swiftly approaching, and human beings were particularly susceptible to divine – or hellish, he had to grudgingly admit – influences. And in the middle of Christmas rush his arch enemy/best friend, who was very pointedly batting for the other team, and should, by virtue of his job description, be doing his best to lure souls to the Dark side, he…
“A snowball fight! They’re awesome really. See, you scoop some of the snow,” the demon demonstrated to the nonplussed angel, “Roll it into a ball and throw!”
The missile splashed through Heero’s hair.
“And what, pray tell, is the point of this exercise?” he asked, scooping a handful of snow and staring at it.
“Well, think about it: see this lady there? The one in the red coat? If you go to the mall today, you might manage to tempt her away from the crass commercialism, worship of false idols and all the small gods who crave attention. She will not have bought anything that could potentially ruin the souls of the three little children. So she’ll go back home, and on Christmas Day there will be no presents under the tree – no dollies, no little funky cars and no teddy bear. Since you won’t be around anymore to make her feel good about remembering the true spirit of Christmas, she will feel guilty about having bought nothing for her kids. Meanwhile, the kids will be sniffling in the corners, cause they know that Christmas is about celebrating the family relationships and the Virgin Birth, only it’s hard to comprehend when you’re three and all you want from life is a teddy and some pudding.
“So in the end you’ll be left with three sulking kids under the age of six, one guilty lady and a husband who’s just wants to relax, but can’t do so, cause his family is upset. Congratulations! You’ve just ruined Christmas for five people, who are now ten percent more likely to be unhappy in later life and therefore to come over to the Dark Side. Your boss gets angry, because nothing interrupts the working of the celestial spheres like aggravation at Christmas, you get demoted and get called back into Heaven, which we both know you’ll hate.” Duo cocked his head to the side and beamed. “See? You’ll be better off, playing with me.”
Heero stared at the snowball in Duo’s hand. He stared at the lady in red who was looking at a piece of paper, smiling. Then he looked at the snow in his hand.
“I’m supposed to hit you with the snow?”
“That’s the idea- Hey! No fair, throwing without warning!”
Good news is, I managed to get the essay done in time, without running back and forth like a headless chicken. Bad news: I probably accidentally mixed up the pages. Oh well. They're numbered. I was also supposed to do grocery shopping today, but of course dropped dead and didn't bother waking till 8pm. Feh.
I'm sorry for making you wait so long,
yami_tai! Have a bonus drabble to go with the piccy. ^______^ On account of the winter disappointing (one evening of snow, and lame snow! WTF is up with that!), the theme is snow. Hope you like!Heero did not understand. Heero did not comprehend. Heero could not wrap his mind around it. Christmas was swiftly approaching, and human beings were particularly susceptible to divine – or hellish, he had to grudgingly admit – influences. And in the middle of Christmas rush his arch enemy/best friend, who was very pointedly batting for the other team, and should, by virtue of his job description, be doing his best to lure souls to the Dark side, he…
“A snowball fight! They’re awesome really. See, you scoop some of the snow,” the demon demonstrated to the nonplussed angel, “Roll it into a ball and throw!”
The missile splashed through Heero’s hair.
“And what, pray tell, is the point of this exercise?” he asked, scooping a handful of snow and staring at it.
“Well, think about it: see this lady there? The one in the red coat? If you go to the mall today, you might manage to tempt her away from the crass commercialism, worship of false idols and all the small gods who crave attention. She will not have bought anything that could potentially ruin the souls of the three little children. So she’ll go back home, and on Christmas Day there will be no presents under the tree – no dollies, no little funky cars and no teddy bear. Since you won’t be around anymore to make her feel good about remembering the true spirit of Christmas, she will feel guilty about having bought nothing for her kids. Meanwhile, the kids will be sniffling in the corners, cause they know that Christmas is about celebrating the family relationships and the Virgin Birth, only it’s hard to comprehend when you’re three and all you want from life is a teddy and some pudding.
“So in the end you’ll be left with three sulking kids under the age of six, one guilty lady and a husband who’s just wants to relax, but can’t do so, cause his family is upset. Congratulations! You’ve just ruined Christmas for five people, who are now ten percent more likely to be unhappy in later life and therefore to come over to the Dark Side. Your boss gets angry, because nothing interrupts the working of the celestial spheres like aggravation at Christmas, you get demoted and get called back into Heaven, which we both know you’ll hate.” Duo cocked his head to the side and beamed. “See? You’ll be better off, playing with me.”
Heero stared at the snowball in Duo’s hand. He stared at the lady in red who was looking at a piece of paper, smiling. Then he looked at the snow in his hand.
“I’m supposed to hit you with the snow?”
“That’s the idea- Hey! No fair, throwing without warning!”
