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[pruning]

[Leon's days off are always an interesting trial. Part of D likes having him around all day, on the off chance he's bored enough to be helpful, or do something endearing with Chris, or just go entertain Pon-chan in a corner away from any customers who come in. Those days off are alright. But the ones where Leon is bored, but not bored enough to want to do anything except sit on the couch and ask D, over and over, if he'll close shop and do something "more fun than cleaning up bird shit"... Well. Trials.

Thankfully there was an important errand for D to run today, and he didn't bother asking if Leon would like to come along. What the errand was isn't important; what matters is that it was dull, Leon would have hated it, and it took even longer than D was expecting it to take - even he's on the wrong side of tired by the time he and his nondescript bags shoulder their way back into the shop some time after he said he'd be back. The CLOSED sign remains untouched; he needs a break, he's decided, at least for a bit...

Whatever is happening in the shop when he walks in is not what he hoped to find. There's Leon, and - flower petals? and candles? and a small group of animals menacing him, presumably for making a mess...

god he was gone for like an hour and a half tops what did you do

D will be over here, still hovering close to the door with his errand bags, not sure which kneejerk reaction to go with first.]

... What exactly are you trying to do to my front room?

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[Wow D, that's rude. On all accounts.

Leon laughs as D literally pushes him away. He debates blowing a sloppy raspberry on D's cheek, but decides he's carefully balancing a line as-is and smartly retreats. As much as he likes riling D up, a cop's got survival instincts too.]

No, no Christmas Cake. There's Christmas Cookie though. And there's a Bunny Cake one. [He trails off and then gives a shrug as if to say 'who the fuck knows why.'] They had one shaped like a Christmas cake though. Who the fuck would buy that?

[He says with a mountain of candles sitting on the floor behind him.]

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[He didn't give anyone a black eye this time, so it was affectionate and not rude. QED.]

Bunny cake... [What does that mean? Americans. D can't help but be a little disappointed there isn't a cake-shaped candle in that pile; it would be cute, right? Novelty candles are adorable, until they just smell like cheap wax burning instead of anything nice.]

I'm sure if they had a candle shaped like a beer can, you would have found some use for it. [this is your fate leon]

[dicktective]

[Leon grits his teeth and... doesn't really say anything to that, because really that would be awesome.]

People like beer. No one likes Christmas cake. That's shit you give to relatives you don't see or care about as a festive "fuck you!"

-- Wait, I'm thinking of Fruitcake. Whatever, it's the same thing. [Hey D do you think your dad might want some fruitcake this year... Also it's not at all the same thing?? Christ, Leon.]

You know I think they have candles shaped like pies too. I saw a blueberry one, I nearly bit into it before I realized. [Did he really or is he trying to take focus away from his fruitcake blunder with an even dumber blunder? The sad thing is that either is perfectly plausible.]

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[Darling... dear... stop... Is he sick?? Did he sniff too many candles and fall into some kind of delirium? When will it end?

That's not a bad idea about sending pops some fruitcake, though. Remind him in a couple months.]

Which did you notice first, that it was wax or that it had a wick coming out of it? [Flatly, because - he doesn't want to know, and also does. It will unfortunately help him gauge how dumb his choice of mullet cops is.]