(in this RP you’re pizzelle btw)

[You were driving down the streets of emptiness, in the middle of nowhere with your lovely wife, Rosette. Now, you didn’t truly plan on doing anything, as you felt like you just wanted to drive off, maybe to the convenience store just to get snacks out here in the elements, but nevertheless, you just simply said —]

“We’re going to kill satan.”

[But Rosette misheard WAYY off, and she grows an overjoyous look.]

“I’M GOING TO MEET SANTA?!”