[ kimberly hart is a good dancer. it comes with the territory, really. a good cheerleader should always know how to move to the rhythm — and it's not like she hasn't seen people play the outdated dance dance revolution game in the angel grove movie theatre, working up a sweat while dancing to tinny remasters of pop culture hits.

if she's honest, kimberly could have been dealt a way worse hand. but that doesn't mean she's particularly thrilled about literally dancing for her life — or getting stuck with a partner. if this was a solo activity, she'd probably be out the door. ]

Please tell me you at least took a semester of PE or something?

[ don't do her like this. ]

[ texting! finally! something normal! except... well, kimberly's not sure what she's supposed to make of a text message from a mystery person with literally one emoji in it. and it's not even a normal emoji, either.

no, it's just... mrs claus.

🤶🏻

which is why, after a bit, kimberly finds herself absolutely dedicated to giving things away. nothing of importance, really, but each person she passes absolutely has to be stopped. they don't have to exchange pleasantries, but kimberly is determined to press something into their hands — maybe a leaf, or a twig, or a lock of her own hair?

whatever it is, it's accompanied by kimberly's uncomfortable chipper voice and a wildly unseasonable greeting: ]

Merry Christmas!

[ bitch, it's september. ]

[ choose your own adventure. drop me a line at semicolons / quake#2740 or via pm if you have questions/concerns! ]