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“OkayYyyyyy.”

Just Andy whatever. This guy was annoying in every Karen way. No matter what he had something to bitch about. Dude even wanted to put in a complaint on his own name.

Nico pictured the stones. Ah yeah, he knew Martha.

“I’ll give you all the way to Ludwig if you bitch when you realize I’m calling you Grinch from now on or Turner’s plot if you don’t-” He rose a brow because that meant an even bigger area of solace for Andy. “Because the heart thing, that’s debatable, Mr. Grinch.”

Then he paused just to see if Andy was going to be able to not bitch or pout in some way over the nickname to determine how big his new perimeters were.

Nico could feel this guy almost dying all over again for him to ask about his wife, but he was sort of guy that just didn’t care. This guy hadn’t given him reason to give a fuck about his life so far other than the realization he was stuck on their property and would now have to be forced to contend with him. Nico didn’t care if he was good hearted or had a hard a life. Pick a face in the crowd. That was most people. Nico only cared if he was going to be interesting. What was that quote he’d seen recently? There is no right or wrong only fun or boring. It could be said that was how Nico saw most people.

He had a whole notebook of dead or infernal beings he’d met or heard while on this manor’s land. He kept notes on them all. He hadn’t decided yet whether Andy was an interesting one yet or not. He’d be writing Andy in his Manorfesto soon enough. It was a working title. He liked his puns.

“So, you going to spill your guts about your wifey and trauma dump on me or do the wall up all secretive while trying to act mysterious about your circumstances act? Or you could always go for the refuses to tell me and skulks away while I get clues from the locals bit. That’s always a decent game of Clue.”

Did Andy like being called Grinch? Absolutely not. In fact, he even narrowed his eyes at the nickname… But it did beat being called Anderson, so there was some semblance of respect being had there. Plus the Christmas Jihadist had just offered a plot area much larger than what Andy had hoped for, and that was a proposition well-worth his time and whatever stupid nickname. He sighed, trying very hard not to be huffy puffy about the situation. “Deal, but you’re not escaping the terrorism accusations, Santa Bin Laden. Turner plot.” At least the Christmas Terrorist seemed to have calmed down from before.

But this guy actually went for it, asking? Was he actually asking? about Ivy, and Andy just shook his head. “Are you actually asking? Like, be for real. You gotta at least respect her, she’s got nothing to do with this here,” he said, motioning in the air vaguely about the situation. “I put your husband’s book back where it was, remember that, I coulda not.” Still, as much as he was serious about Ivy not being disrespected, he was also keeping it lighthearted. He’d decided he didn’t actually hate the Holiday Terror. “Also, I don’t trauma dump for free, I don’t even know who you are. But… Clearly you don’t know, so I’ll make a deal too: Tell me your name and explain the Enid thing. Also tell me about your guy, since apparently I gotta deal with his Hobbit Christmas. I’ll answer whatever question you’re just dying to ask, and I’ll even tell you something about the grounds you obviously haven’t figured out yet, cause otherwise you wouldn’t even have to ask me all that.”