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Lilly: ovo 

Evil lilly: -dosent really care . . At all-

Virgil: 8gives her a halucination where she is part of a family, its Christmas day, her Grandmother knitting somehting in a rocking chair by the fire, Lilly herself is in a turtleneck sweater with a tall glass of eggnog, her Mother cooking dinner and her Father beside her*

Lilly: . . -this just made her remember something- sor-ry

Evil lilly: uwu 👌

Brb I have to clean somethin

cya

*they unfuse, Virgil still being able to give her happy visions*

Virgil: sorry kiddo.....any questions about what that was?

*prolly like 100000000*

back

Lilly: ? -she shook her head no-

Virgil: you dont have any questions about what that was, who some of those people were, what the feeling was that filled the room?

Evil lilly: she has good memory :/ . . But why was there a tree in the room? And what was in the cup? -she seemed intruiged-

Lilly: -_-

Evil lilly is always ready to learn something sooooo . . ._.

Virgil: *knows you ahve questions* they were celebrating something called Christmas, and its kinda weird but here the long and short of it, the tree was just decoration, you just kinda get rid of it after the holiday, you decorate it and make it look pretty, and your patents buy you gifts and presents and put them under the tree and *explans Christmas while putting clips in your mind to help explain*

Evil lilly: that sounds like a nice holiday. :>

Virgil: CRAP I THOUGHT I WAS EXPLAINING THIS TO THE OTHER ONE....anyway yeah, maybe if you had that in your life you wouldnt be so fucked in the head........*really likes the thought of that*....maybe when this years Christmas comes around.........*happy Virgey*

Virgil: now here a holliday evil Lilly might like...

*youre outside on a dark street lined with houses, all with pretty ornage and black decorations, and one has a big spider made of metal thats jumping at all the kids that go near it, you walk up to a house with your Mother and Father, and say "trick ot treat!" a woman answers the door, she has dyed blue hair in a tight bun, she holds out a bucket of candy, and you take a piece*