Sad Girls in Snow Are An Overused Cliché! ; CLOSED
Who: Shimura Shinpachi pattan and Lemina Ausa megamagicpower
What: Apologies abound on Christmas Eve!
When: Christmas Eve
Where: Down on the planet of Cornucotopia VIII in a park. Somewhere.
Warnings: Christmas fluff? Cavities?
Dammit...! Dammit! Was it really that late?! He knew he should have called off of work today. Or at least asked the boss to leave early. He could have made up a reason. Hell, he had an entire little notebook full of reasons that he'd feed to Gin-san whenever he didn't feel like going to the store for more strawberry milk or more toilet paper. But...the last few jobs ran longer than he thought (everyone was demanding their chimneys were spotless for Santa Claus and that lead to an excess of jobs and a shortage of manpower) and here he was sprinting through the streets of Malltropolis.
Why would Santa even visit a mall city?!
Not that it really mattered. He wasn't even paying attention to anything around him. It was well past the meeting time, it was getting colder (was it starting to snow?), and he didn't even have time to change into a fresh pair of hakama and kimono.
And so he ran, soot stained blue hakama, and equally tarnished yellow scarf trailing behind, like some Christmas pauper, rehearsing what he had to say over and over like he'd been doing for the last two days.
What: Apologies abound on Christmas Eve!
When: Christmas Eve
Where: Down on the planet of Cornucotopia VIII in a park. Somewhere.
Warnings: Christmas fluff? Cavities?
Dammit...! Dammit! Was it really that late?! He knew he should have called off of work today. Or at least asked the boss to leave early. He could have made up a reason. Hell, he had an entire little notebook full of reasons that he'd feed to Gin-san whenever he didn't feel like going to the store for more strawberry milk or more toilet paper. But...the last few jobs ran longer than he thought (everyone was demanding their chimneys were spotless for Santa Claus and that lead to an excess of jobs and a shortage of manpower) and here he was sprinting through the streets of Malltropolis.
Why would Santa even visit a mall city?!
Not that it really mattered. He wasn't even paying attention to anything around him. It was well past the meeting time, it was getting colder (was it starting to snow?), and he didn't even have time to change into a fresh pair of hakama and kimono.
And so he ran, soot stained blue hakama, and equally tarnished yellow scarf trailing behind, like some Christmas pauper, rehearsing what he had to say over and over like he'd been doing for the last two days.