Who: God and the Metatron What:Someone needed to talk some sense into her. When: Christmas Eve Where: The Pier status/rating: incomplete/PG
She got Herself a snowcone as Hannah, but when She did it She did it as Herself. She licked her lips happily and smacked at the cherry flavouring dripping down her chin. Snowcones on Christmas Eve weren't the most traditional thing, perhaps, but then her Christmases had never been traditional. But in terms of Christmas presents, this was quite the nice one. The Metatron was finally here! Her constant companion. Finally, to be able to talk to someone in her own form, that was all she really cared about and the smile on her face was truly genuine.
She sat down on a bench across from the skeeball arcade after buying herself a box of popcorn. Tilting her head back she started tossing pieces up in the air and catching them on her tongue. She never missed one.