February 2018. - Tumblr Posts

Sojiro the Tenken

wadewilsvn​:

“Hey there, kiddies, thought it was about time I introduced my not-so-pretty-anymore face.” He smiled, extending his hand to the first person he passed in greeting. “I’m Wade, the other jolly guy in red with a lap worth sitting on.” He paused for a moment before waving off the confusion. “I know, I know, I’m a few months late, but the joyful holiday spirit never really expires, does it?” Gesturing to his ugly Christmas sweater, Wade winked. “So. Happy holidays.”

“Aw, don’t say that! I happen to think you’re very pretty.” Aimee grinned, shaking the man’s hand. “Merry belated Christmas! I love that jumper. My nan used to have one just like it, until the dog chewed Santa’s cheek off and he ended looking a bit zombie-ish.”

wadewilsvn​:

Wade audibly gasped, both pleased and surprised by her response. “And to think people don’t believe in Christmas miracles! You’re the first non-blind person to ever tell me that, you know. Well, since I became Freddy Krueger, anyway. What’s your name? You’re going on my nice list this year.” He tapped his pockets, searching, as if he really were carrying a list. “Damnit! My roommate must’ve used it as toilet paper again. She’s blind and definitely a coke addict,” he shrugged, nonchalant. “Anyway, it’s a really nice list to be on. You can cash in a favour from me anytime. Just once, though, and it has to be within this calendar year. I do have a life.” He didn’t, not now that he didn’t have Vanessa, but that didn’t seem important to add.

“Ho-lee shit. You’re gonna find this really uncanny, but that’s literally exactly what happened to me! Not my sweater, like actually me. The dog, becoming a zombie, all of it.” Wade held out his marred hands, as if inspecting a manicure. “Seems Santa and I have a lot more in common than I first thought. Though I still think he’s a total pervert. Why mummies ever let their kiddies sit on that old man’s lap, I’ll never know.”

“Now I don’t believe that. You’re very handsome, and you’ve got much better teeth than Freddy Krueger. He’d be very jealous of you,” Aimee replied with a smile, trying to reassure him. She hated it when others spoke ill of themselves, even strangers. “I’m Aimee. But oh, that’s brill! I haven’t been on the nice list since I was little. Mum said Santa doesn’t come for me anymore, not since she caught me smoking that cigarette,” she admitted with a shrug, thankful at the very least that she’d never been given coal as a present. “What kind of favours do you do then? ‘Cause I was thinking of getting a pet, and I might need help walking it. They’re a lot of hard work, but apparently making a long term commitment is really positive. I just dunno’ how I’m gonna’ fit it around all my schoolwork.” 

Aimee’s eyes widened in surprise, believing his every word. “You were chewed on by a dog? And now you’re a zombie? You don’t seem like one. You haven’t tried to eat my brain once yet.” She was still adjusting to the supernatural, so had no reason to suspect he was embellishing the truth. “You know what does eat people? Wasps. My auntie was eaten to death by them. They’re much more terrifying than you. And Santa’s perverted ways.”