“You’re warm.” Thistle was cold but hadn’t cared to do anything about it and was shivering slightly, elf ears quivering.
“You’re warm.” Thistle was cold but hadn’t cared to do anything about it and was shivering slightly, elf ears quivering.
Sure enough, rain began to patter down.
Sure enough, rain began to patter down.
…
“Yes. Who is Santa?”
[ He gives him a tight hug. Aw. ]
“Santa Claus…?Who is that? What was your first best day?”
…
“Yes. Who is Santa?”
“Santa Claus…?Who is that? What was your first best day?”
[ He scoops him up, kinda like that one scene from The Lion King ]
* SANTA CLAUS IS REAL.
* THIS IS THE SECOND BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
“Santa Claus…?Who is that? What was your first best day?”
“Who are you?”
“Who are you?”
“No.” another pause, “…I do not like to think of that.”
“Who are you?”
[ once the rope is tied at the tree, they throw it down and proceed to make their way down the hole. Now usually they would hate to have other’s facing their back, but this seemed like an emergency. They bent down a little. ]
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He wasn’t shivering, but his lips were a little blue and he had goosebumps along his scarred arms.