Jun. 2nd, 2017

jinglebros: (time is ticking)
[ Late at night, Santa is fidgeting and upset and angry in his hospital bed. He's picking off most the blankets and thrown all his pillows. He's so upset and angry that his face is blotched red. He wants June is who he wants, but he doesn't see her. So he keeps glancing at the door to see if she'll come back, he's ready to send someone for her soon, but maybe she'll come back soon. He fucking hopes. He needs her. ]
jinglebros: (i am a broken screen)
[ 11:45 pm. Ticking down. It's near time for the night to roll over and near time for everything to change. The votes will click into place soon. Santa is huffing and puffing in his bed, arms crossed and staring down at his tablet. He'd be biting down on his lip if it wasn't stitched together from being split. His nose is wrinkled and his face blotched from anger. He doesn't know what to do.

He can't sleep. Who could?
]

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