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ardyn

[puffing]

( original thread )

[puffing]

We're going to stop talking about Jack now.
Mentioning his name is like mentioning Beetlejuice.
Say it too many times and he'll appear in person.
I do not need that right now.

[ maybe he shouldn't have said Jack again, then... ]

Would it be surprising to find out that Halloween isn't even my favorite holiday?

[ it is, but he isn't about to admit it after all of that, no no. ]

[daemonized]

You're the one who just mentioned his name again. At this rate, he really will become the equivalent of the boogeyman for you. Time to face your fears, Bigby.

And admittedly, yes, it would be. What's your favorite, then?

[puffing]

The only thing about Jack that scares me is that I might start getting the same sense of humor as him.
That and the fact that my wife likes his fucking boots for some reason???

[ he'd be jealous if this wasn't all so confusing. ]

Thanksgiving.
Nothing better than to hunt your own turkey and put it on the table.

[daemonized]

[He finds it vaguely amusing that Bigby can just... say such things on a public forum, but! No skin off of his own back.]

Dare I ask why you have possession of his boots? That's the implication, isn't it?

And by "hunting", you mean scouring the supermarket at the last minute? A fight to the death for the last turkey?

[puffing]

He threw up on my pair.
I thought it was kind of obvious.

[ is it that surprising to find out that Bigby carries no filter, in person or otherwise? pretend you know him somewhat, Ardyn. god. ]

No.
I mean shooting it, picking it up with my own bare hands, cleaning it completely and then cooking it to perfection.
That "hunting".

[daemonized]

And so you took his as recompense? What an odd thing to do.

[This is true. But still, that doesn't mean he can't be surprised every once in awhile, you know.]

Do you honestly go hunting for an actual, live turkey every year? You really are more animal than man sometimes.

[puffing]

I mean.
Yeah.
That's not a thing people do?

[ Ardyn would never understand. he probably owns crocodile skin shoes or something and would not be willing to take someone else's. ―even if that someone else may be Jack, who may or may have just as gaudy taste in clothing. ]

Of course I do.
Nothing wrong with roasting a ten pound turkey for my family.
Am I really any worse than the people that literally throw down for the last butterball in the store?

[daemonized]

If it is, someone certainly neglected to tell me about it.

[Whatever Bigby. You do you.]

There's nothing wrong with it. The very idea is novel. You'll hunt one for me as well, won't you? Once Thanksgiving rolls back around.

[puffing]

Who in their right mind would think to neglect telling YOU something?
The gall.

[ can you feel the sarcasm beaming out from that text message, Ardie? can you? ]

I'm really curious as to why I would want to hunt another man's turkey.
Better yet, how about you join me?
I'm sure you're handy with a gun.
When your hair doesn't get in the way, I mean.

[daemonized]

Just because you're jealous of my hair doesn't mean you should make snide remarks in such an easy way. [A little hypocritical coming from Ardyn, but oh well.]

Do you think I /wouldn't/ join you?

[He dares you to call his bluff.]