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Okay, so he wasn't as fat as he probably should have been but the costume and his uniform allowed for only the tiniest of bellies to have been made. Still he was trying and if anyone asked, he had an excuse ready. And from the looks of it, most of the kids didn't want to be there so hopefully it would be a successful little mission they ran.

He made he way towards the big red chair and plopped the bag down next to it. He settled in, making sure he'd be somewhat comfortable while children clambered over him.

Bela approached them and he glanced at Teallite, then back at her shrugging. "I'll never turn down a willing elf!" He bellowed cheerfully. He patted his slight belly and offered an apologetic smile. "Things were not running as smoothly as I would have liked, though I'm sure I'll have the kinks worked out by Christmas!"

"...Yeah Magic is totally the issue here..." Quila sighed, growling under her breath again as the line advanced. Yeah. She totally didn't believe in magic. Super-powers on the other hand...

"Hey Dana!" She was definitely glad to see her friend, raising closed fist to offer Dana a chance to fist-bump. "Sorry, not much... I spotted Curly here when I walked over from the mall and I was gonna offer her a five since she looked short, but I guess she's fine. Apparently her parents are Nostalgic about pictures of their kid sitting on creepy-stranger laps."

Quila Fisher failing at not being judgy.

"I was just doing some Christmas Shopping, I'm not planning on going to collect my free toy and telling Saint Nick what I want in my stocking. Besides." She gave Dana a conspiratorial grin. "I got what I wanted."

She turned a grimace on the Semi-skinny Santa and his perky blond Elf, and glanced back to Dana with her lip curled.

JUDGING. Endless. Endless judging.

After two hours of arguing, bribery, and even a few tears Abby arrived to see Santa. The line was already moving and there was a surprising amount of children already waiting to see the jolly fat man.... and Abby wasn't one of them.

She hated this time of year and she hated it even more this year then last year. At least last year she was at home with all her friends, not in some strange city.

"Remember. Smile for the picture and we will go anywhere you want afterwards." Her father whispered in her ear as he straightened her bright red hair bow. It was for that promise alone that Abby agreed to this farce, she was planing on getting a plane ticket back to England with that promise. Unfortunately for the young lady her father knew her mind quite well and had the perfect response for her likely request.

Abby nodded and smiled half heartily before straightening her red dress, laced in white, and stepping into the line. She briefly wondered if her classmate, Ashleigh, was here or would be here. The bright girl always seemed to drag Abby into the strangest situations but she was the first 'semi-friend' that the home sick little girl had... 'semi' because Abby was determined to make her dad move them back to England. A fight that she had already lost but was not willing to admit to.