newlydead r2 - day 13 - kyrie

[jinglebros]

[ 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? ]