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[ A certain little Kairi has decided today is a good day to poll the dressing room. She's snatched a thick pad of paper and some red and green markers from the art room, which she's carrying around in bag thrown over her shoulder. Her cat - a lanky orange tabby - is following her around, and by the look (and sound) of things, Kairi has tied some silver bells to his collar. Maybe that's why he looks so cranky.

Now, they're patrolling the main room and surrounding areas, occasionally going up to someone and tugging on their (or perhaps your) sleeve, or shirt, or whatever happens to be in reach for a little girl. ]

What's your favorite part of Christmas?

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[he's going to do that. watch as he wriggles around until Kairi is forced to set him down.]

Nuh-uh. I was gonna write it down on a poster and put it in the big room, but...

But what?

Buuuut I dunno how to spell 'favorite'.

[smiles!]

But I like talking to people anyway.

[El oh el.]

Want some help with spelling then?

Will you write it for me?

[starts digging out her notebook and markers - the red one, because it's Red.]

[Isn't that cute. :| But sure, he takes the marker and notebook.]

Just 'favorite'?

Ummm... That, aaaand write down what your favorite part of Christmas is, like you told me! Please.

[Nods and there, in nice, clear letters, everything she asked for.]

[yay! she'll give him a great big hug once he's done.]

Thank you!

[Oof.]

No problem.

[lets go without squishing him too much.]

[Cool, he's not a very squishable person.]

[but that's part of her hugs.]

[Then she might get poked by joints or something :(]

[...you realize what this means, right? lol can she poke his stomach.]

[...Yes.]

[... pokepokepokepoke.]

...what are you doing.

... Nothin'.

[puts her hands behind her back.]

I'm sure.

[Pause, and then ohoho wicked smirk.]

Maybe I should poke you back.

[...uh oh. big eyes staring up at him.]

Huh?

[Better hope she's not ticklish in the tummy.]

[oh but she is, and she will squeal if he goes near it.]

[Unfortunately he seems to be SCOOPING HER UP AND TICKLING HER FIERCELY--]

[flails and screams with laughter.]

S-Stop it, Red!