"Hello, Cassandra."
"Solomon. Please, feel free to stop standing around gawking and come help me untangle this." She casts him an irritable look that isn't much related to his arrival.
"What exactly happened here?" He blinks, taking in the sight that is the inside of Cassandra's house. Everything, from guitar to window to bundled herbs, is covered with fine red ribbon.
"The damn pyromaniac girl happened. What's her name?"
"If you'll forgive me saying so, this looks more like a haberdashery incident than a pyromaniac's work."
"Trust me, she's a pyromaniac. Or perhaps just a maniac in general. In any event, yes, this is thread and not fire, but it's still rather annoying. Besides, she said she was doing this for Christmas, and that is over. I'm sorry, is something the matter?"
Solomon, in the meantime, has turned white with horror. He turns to leave the building, but the door, too, is covered with the symbolic decorations for Christmas. With a muffled scream, he collapses.
Cassandra blinks. "What are you doing? Are you all-right? Would you please get off my floor? It's quite dusty, you see, and if someone were to open the door now, then you'd be an obstruction…"
A/N: I am so tired.
That is all.
~Mademise Morte, December 27