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[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Somebody behind the scenes was pointing out that Lesgle could just do his darn job! It's been a while! and that somebody was quite correct.

Lesgle's strong work ethic has of course been keeping him on a routine schedule of busing tables and cleaning the kitchen, and here he is right now, bustling about in a way that is so far un-disastrous. Do interrupt him!

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[onceaviking]

"Oh yes. We are practically swimming in them," Eric purrs.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"It keeps life interesting. Or death." He spreads his hands and shrugs: what can you do? "Do you know who else was afflicted with Lecter's holiday sense?"

[onceaviking]

"Have I come across others? Hmm, I'm not sure."

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Lesgle nods, not really expecting anything. "I was just wondering how many more people are wanting to stuff necklaces down his throat, et cetera. Happy Christmas."

[onceaviking]

"I'm sure we will be able to find room for everyone," Eric says. Smiling again.

It is a nice thought.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"People can form a line."

Ah, well. Again, he probably shouldn't be cheerfully encouraging violence towards a patron while he's on duty. Lesgle sighs, and gives Eric a little bow. "I should probably return to my work."

[onceaviking]

"We could sell tickets," Eric mutters.
"For the ones too squeamish to take matters into their own hands."

The small bow gets an eyebrow movement in return.
Eric doesn't do bows,

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Eric would turn a nice profit from selling tickets, surely.

...Oh dear, Lesgle thinks to himself, though, as he gets back to busing tables. He'll certainly have to give Ava a warning.

[onceaviking]

{ooc: ahaha, perfect}