silent night, holy night

[hypnosymphony]

WHO: Isaac and any impromptu visitors he might get who know who he lives and are up at ungodly hours of the morning /MEANINGFUL COUGH
WHERE: some MAC apartment belonging to some fail villain
WHEN: midnight on christmas eve and going into the morning
WARNINGS: DORKS I GUESS nothin much
SUMMARY: Unhealthy sleeping habits result in Isaac being well and truly up to greet any visitors.
FORMAT: I'LL MATCH YOU


He's been sleeping well, these last few days; he's been busy picking and wrapping gifts (with no uncertain amount of effort put into less legal endeavors to find suitable gifts for some of his acquaintances), not to mention shopping. He'd made a half-hearted effort to clean his apartment, at least, but he wasn't expecting any visitors and he was perfectly content not to host or attend any parties (having at least seventeen years of experience had tired him out somewhat).

Tonight, though, he's getting back onto his work, and so the passing of Christmas Eve into the early hours of Christmas Day finds him busily penciling in notes for yet another blueprint of something or other with utter disregard for the time.

Comments

[hypnosymphony]

Well, acquiring sensitive information always requires a certain...ignorance of trespassing laws. Among other things - I'm sure you'd know that particularly well. [ He also knows very well that no normal law enforcement would be able to pin Shade for anything, let alone catch him in the act. ]

[foreshadower]

[ He could only laugh, low and amused at the proposition. ]


Ah, coupling ignorance with knowing something? Please, Fiddler. I wouldn't say that trespassing laws have evolved since my time. [ His time being the days long, long before even Fiddler was born. ]

But I would say that we immortals have a penchant for disregarding them, as well.

[hypnosymphony]

[ He just shrugs. ] Well, I did get brought up with the idea that stealing is bad. I had to ignore years of childhood reinforcement for that one. [ he totally stole things for fun when he was a teenager he is such a piece of shit ] I'm sure my parents were somewhat dismayed at my career choice of thievery. [ He'd reconciled with them eventually, but still. ]

Not that I have any experience with your particular life span, but it probably gets rather boring. There's only so much you can do, I suppose.

[foreshadower]

Only so much indeed, and yet time passes by surprisingly quick when you have many things to do. It's all a matter of distraction, you see.

[ And also getting attached, but not too attached. It was a delicate balance, being close enough not to lose the little humanity he had left, but at the same time, he could hardly get so attached that he could lose it in one fell swoop.

It was perhaps, for this reason, that he fell for something as perfect and timeless as his Opal. ]