◜ it's beginning to look a lot like christmas : open ◞

[align=center][div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]For a woman of her class and sophistication, Carmen had always had a love for the holidays. Since the day she had found out about Christmas, it had been deemed her favorite, and from then onward it had become a passion. While others grew tired and annoyed with the festivity, especially the overplayed carols, her love only grew. She was glad to find it was celebrated even in a shithole like this; such came as a surprise to her, actually. A clan of bloodthirsty, slaver assholes, celebrating Christmas. Carmen could only laugh at the irony.

She had been fairly pleased to be given a candy cane by the children tumbling about, humming out a purr as she enjoyed the sweet peppermint treat. Her eyes wandered as she gnawed and lapped at it, and eventually deep maroon settled upon the form of Lucky. The first to greet her when she had come here; he seemed baffled by the candy cane, and baffled by the cheer of the children that had handed it to him in the first place. Carmen couldn't help but let out a low, rumbling laugh as she watched him lick at the cane.

As she finished her own, the woman pulled herself gracefully from the earth and strode forward to where Lucky was staring almost suspiciously at the candy cane. An almost smug smile tugged at her lips as she paused a few steps away, brow lifted in amusement. "Have you never had one?" The woman purred out a chuckle. "You seem simply baffled by the concept of a mint-flavored treat."