eighteen.

[dawn_is_coming]

[Sora has successfully dragged Riku back from his studying---and only with one punch, too. They'd trudged back to the cabin in the snow, linking arms in order not to lose each other in the worsening blizzard. By the time they get back to the cabin, Sora's hair is thick with snow and ice, eyelashes crusted with snowflakes

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[nopushover]

Santa might do something like this!

But still.. feels like Christmas.

[that's enough to make him giddy despite all that's happening]

[dawn_is_coming]

It's been a long, long time since I had a real Christmas.

Since my present said "Sora, 20", there's probably a gift in there that has your name and age, too!

[nopushover]

It's not supposed to be Christmas yet, is it? Maybe Santa came early for us.

Hey, yeah maybe!

[that gives him a serious look of excitement]

[dawn_is_coming]

Sounds like something that Santa would do, doesn't it? He's a pretty great guy.

[nopushover]

Yeah, he really is!