video;

[fuckinstoplights]

[A rare video from the local bird-ninja-robot. Who just sort of looks like a complete nutcase, since he's crouched in a tree.]

[At night.]

[Across from a house - close enough to see in the windows. Where the occupants are putting up a tree and lights.]

[He's also in his rarely used human form, to save on energy. Or look more like a creeper, who knows.]

Everyone is saying something about... 'being together' this month.

Like it's a requirement. You won't be happy, you won't be 'right', if you're alone. It sounds like no one realizes some of us don't have that luxury.

... so what do we do? Just sit here and watch?

[He shakes his head.]

What's 'happy' or 'holiday' about that?

Comments

[fuckinstoplights]

... what is a creeper?

[driftsintobuffetline]

Uh...a creepy person? Like a peeping tom, which is what you're going to be accused of if you keep spying in people's windows.

[fuckinstoplights]

But they're wide open.

Anyone could see in.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Yeah, but you don't sit in trees and stare in, it's...kind of illegal. Whose tree are you even in, anyway? Do you own that property?

Look, people expect privacy when they're in their own home. If you want to see what's going on inside, you should get down from the tree, knock on the door, and ask to go in--and then understand and go away when they probably tell you NO.


Don't you have...friends or something who could explain holiday things to you?

[fuckinstoplights]

I don't know. No.

[Those are the answers to the questions, right? Right. He shrugs a little, hunching up his shoulders.]

Why would I ask if I know what they're going to say?

No. [A beat.] They're gone.