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[a_sin_for_him]

...now that sounds frightening.

[Lust's eyes flick from her own limbs to Henry, not connecting what he was doing with his Eevee to what he'd said. All she can think of is a spider chimera.]

I don't want to see any spider men.

[Or normal spiders, come to think of it.]

[no_ufo_ending]

No, Spiderman is great. He's a hero.

_{[Cheerios just keeps on sky walking as Henry lifts him high into the air.]}

He's a photographer too, like me.

I'm basically Spiderman.

[a_sin_for_him]

No, no.

[Lust shakes her head as she stretches out on the floor, trying to make sense of what Henry's saying.]

You don't want to be a man-spider. It's awful, really. I can't even imagine how the genetics would blend and adapt to one another. You're better off as human-man.

You're a photographer?

[no_ufo_ending]

Not Man-Spider. Spiderman. It's different.

_{[He finally puts Cheerios down. The Eevee squeaks in turn and pounces at the Espurr. COME ON, LITTLE HENRY, YOU CAN BE THOR.]}

Yes. It's how I'm making money right now. I went to school for it.

[a_sin_for_him]

What's the difference?

[Either way, it translates to spider chimera in her mind.]

Oh. I like having my picture taken. I'm not surprised you're a creative type.

[He had that way about him. Little Henry squeaks happily - or as happily as he can - and pops into the air, somersaulting over himself to land on the couch with a startled 'purr!'. Well, that's one way to play.]

[no_ufo_ending]

Because one is some horrible monster thing and the other is a super hero.

_{[The Eevee's ears spring up in surprise. A REACTION THAT WASN'T A DAZED STARE! It was a miracle! Cheerios bounds after him.]}

I'd like to get a photo of everyone in the house before Christmas.

[a_sin_for_him]

They both sound like they're describing alchemically made creatures. Which doesn't make something horrible, you know. I'm a 'monster thing'. Though I suppose having spider attributes would theoretically make one superior at traditional heroics. How many legs does he have?

[She's just not getting it.

Little Henry retreats to the back of the couch, taking up a defensive position.]

Oh, someone told me about Christmas. People give presents.

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry Townshend, who has now had time for his great hulking mouthful of the stuff to finally kick in good and proper, suddenly drops his personal wall. He looks at Lust as she continues to not get how awesome Spiderman is and awards her with a slow, frustrated blink.]}

Lust, stop talking, I'll tell you about it later.

_[GOD.]

Christmas is fun. This will be the first one I've celebrated in an actual house for years.

[a_sin_for_him]

Oh. Alright.

[Lust just shrugged and let it go.]

I've never celebrated a holiday. Well, I think I celebrated Halloween. I did things. I joined the circus. It was fun. What do you like about Christmas?

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry glances over to the far wall, momentarily distracted by it vibrating.]}

I like watching everyone get together. I like getting gifts for people. It feels good.

[a_sin_for_him]

What sort of gifts are supposed to be given? I like to feel good.

[And she has to be prepared. She doesn't want to make a mess of her first real holiday. And she'll do anything that supposedly comes with a pleasant feeling - it's why she's currently watching multi-colored comets that aren't even there.]

[no_ufo_ending]

Just...things. Things people like. Or things anyone can use. Like soap. Or socks.