[There's a Psycho ringing the doorbell at Lust's front door, bundled up against the cold with a hoodie patterned to look like a Blaziken. A scarf dotted with cute Torchics is wrapped around his neck and the lower half of his face. The upper half of his face, - both apparently healthy eyes, dark brows, and a thin, old scar across the bridge of his nose - are unmasked at last. In one arm, he carries a little red one-eyed Darumaka, and in the other hand, he holds a large mason jar decorated with a red ribbon around the neck, tied off into a neat bow that he likely had someone else help him with.
It's about eleven-thirty in the morning, which is very late by his standards, and hopefully not too early for visitors by hers.]
[action] December 27th
It's about eleven-thirty in the morning, which is very late by his standards, and hopefully not too early for visitors by hers.]