Part three. (Christmas was pretty spiff, by the way. New HP computer, whoo.)
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Right
"MAN, I'm tired of being right," Xigbar mumbled absentmindedly, throwing another piece of paper over his head.
The peice of paper plinked off of Luxord, who picked it up and read it. It was a childish doodle of Xigbar shooting some geese.
"Xigbar...do you have to be so violent?" He dodged a wreath flying at him.
"C'mon, man, it's Christmas. And you know how much Demyx loves Christmas."
"And how much you loathe it."
"EXACTLY. See, I'm tired of being right."
Luxord walked off and left Xigbar to scribble some more, mumbling something about strip poker, trees, and fast food.