"Well you see, I will come here if I wish. I might, but I might not. The former is rather likely." I begin painting the Christmas tree crimson. Once finished, I shine a bright light on it allowing it to glisten like blood on snow. "My hands are really numb now. Why'd you put the stasis shield? Scared that someone of a different religion will burn it down?"I'd be more worried that someone trying to avoid offending someone of a different religion would burn it down... not too unlikely considering that Christmas trees were banned from Toronto airports due to one guy complaining.
I look towards Zarkun. "Hope you can handle it."
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