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RAAAAAAARRRRGH!!!

[Winter time is fun time. Somewhere in the area of houses, there's a fontechnician. He is standing outside in front of his house, screaming bloody murder and stomping his feet into the snow in vain. He's completely frustrated and outraged at the sight of his house and lab.]

W-wha-what WHAT IS THIS? MY HOUSE!!! MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE!!! MY LAB!!! MY FONBOTS!!!

[His house/lab is no longer a normal house/lab, but a gigantic fantasy gingerbread house! /o/ Even his robots friends, who were chillin' on his snow covered lawn, were somehow turned into brightly colored sweet pastries and confections.]

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[last-puppeteer.livejournal.com]

-The scream doesn't go unnoticed by a certain puppeteer. Anise raised a brow in inquiry and quickly made her way to the scene of the crime. Upon arriving her eyes widened in shock, how the the name of Lorelei did something like that happen. She'll watch as the man throws a temper-tantrum on the lawn. It may be best to leave him alone for a while, even if she does want to take a bite off of his house..-

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[Okay, after 5 seconds of angsting, he turns to the puppeteer!]

LOOK AT MY HOUSE! I'M IN RUINS.

[Meanwhile, the aroma of sweet gingerbread and frosting is so strong, it can go around for miles. While, some birds and stray animals began to nibble on the tasty house.]

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[last-puppeteer.livejournal.com]

-HOW THE HELL CAN YOU BE SO ADORABLE!? Anise walked over to the man and patted his shoulder consulingly.-

Maybe it's just a trick this world is playing on you, maybe your real house is somewhere else?

-kinda a long shot to say such things but you never know around here.-

If you want, you can stay with me until we find it or able to salvage what you have.

[forgottenreaper.livejournal.com]

B-but...! [He quivered his lower lip.] My robots! I worked so hard on them and now they turned into-...!

[Eyes Bart and becomes even more distraught!]

Oh Bart! You're an eclair now! Filled up with delicious custard instead of refined oil!

[last-puppeteer.livejournal.com]

-She frowned softly, there was practically nothing she could do to help the man.-

Maybe Bart would like it if you took a bite from him? This truly has to be a trick of some kind on you.

-A rather nasty one at that, Anise felt bad for what happened to the man. Just getting back some of his memories and able to build some robots and then poof, everything was now a sweet delicious treat.-

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Anise, how can you say such a cruel thing? [Saphir frowned.] If you turned into a...a...strawberry shortcake, I wouldn't eat you!

[last-puppeteer.livejournal.com]

-She gave him an inquiring look-

Do you even like strawberry short cake?

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[fononfailure]

[ With the flamboyant God-General making such a ruckus, there's no way Luke can pass up investigating. Though she wasn't expecting to see a tasty-looking building and just.. stares for a while. ]

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[fononfailure]

[ Then promptly bursts out laughing. Only you, Dist. Only you! ]

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What's so funny?! [Flails at you general direction!]

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Nothing~ I always thought you were a little fruity, not sweet!

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I'm not sweet! I'm sour and bitter to the core!

Take this!

[Bends over to grab a bunch of snow...but it's really white powdered sugar and throws it at her. Foof! It spread out and he coughed the sugary sweet as he breathes in it. Fail.]

[fononfailure]

You should try writing poetry in your journal, Dist! It's be a laugh and then some.

[ S-snerk. So very fail. Pokes at the side of his former home, then leans in to sniff. Mmmmmm. Wonder if he'd mind giving up part of the wall? Yeah right. ]

[forgottenreaper.livejournal.com]

H-hey, leave my house alone! [He swapped her hands away from his precious home.] And I would do that but my journal turned into oreos!

[soaringblast.livejournal.com]

[OH MY GOD, IS THAT CANDY!? A-And gingerbread! Anise takes a while to stop and stare. Not at the flailing and screaming God-General, she's quite used to his antics, but at the house itself. F-Fff...oh, Yulia, the GALD she could make opening up a stand for tasting. Oh, but wait. Dist'd never allow that.

Oh, well. Anise snaps off the arm of one of the fonbots, which was now a large and colorful lollipop, and begins to suck on it happily.]

Mmmm~ ♥♥

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[YOU MURDERER. YOU RIPPED OFF MY FRIEND'S ARM!]

Oh no you didn't!

[Dist is going to march in her direction, stomping his feet angrily, and attempts to take the candy away from her.]

[soaringblast.livejournal.com]

[YOU CAN JUST REBUILD IT, FRUITCAKE.]

Huh? H-Hey!! Boo, Dist, you jerk! Give it back!

[Anise glares and puffs out her cheeks when her lollipop is snatched away by the older man.]

[forgottenreaper.livejournal.com]

N-no...! [And forgive him for being childish, but he's starting to cry or at least holding the tears back. Honestly, you're upsetting him.]

[soaringblast.livejournal.com]

[Oh, dear, Anise is going to stare at Dist a little uncertainly. That...was totally unexpected. She didn't really mean to make him cry. And now you're making her feel guilty, Dist, jeez.

She bites her lip, not really knowing what to do. Should she comfort him? He was clearly upset. But, really, it was Dist. Still, he did make Tokunaga for her, and that was huge compared to just her sitting with him. She still doesn't grasp that her doing that was perhaps the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him. So, after a long moment of thinking and staring, she puts an uneasy hand on his arm and moves a little closer.]

Sorry...

[forgottenreaper.livejournal.com]

Can I please have that back now? Pretty please?

[He reached his hands toward that lollipop. He looks at her with his wine colored eyes. Clearly there's something in his eyes that lacks maliciousness.]