I'm dreaming of a green christmas~ ?

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Who: Rattrap & various persons
Where In front of his door, on Floor 8.
When: Near midnight, Christmas eve.
Rating: G (For once).
Summary: 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
the Story:

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[yotsubakoiwai]

She should have been sleeping; she should have been listening to everyone's orders with staying in bed until she was much better to walk around -- but Yotsuba was determined to follow through the Summer Fairy's instructions! True to the note she had found attached to her mini computer, the Clover girl had found a bag full of sweet smelling presents along with some not so sweet smelling ones

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Oh slag. Rattrap freezes for a moment before turning, almost comically slowly, to face Yotsuba. Oh. A little human child-thing. Great. Now what to do.

"Aren't...Shouldn't you be in bed, green bean?" Aww, she's shivering. Slag his fuel pump right to the pit, the girl's probably sick, too. "It's late for you to be out! You're gonna sleep through everyone getting to see what you got them if you're up so late," he says, with (somewhat genuine) concern.

[yotsubakoiwai]

Oh! It talks! Yotsuba's curiosity is now tickled as she steps a little closer. ... and she understands it too! .. wait.. "I'm not a green bean! I'm Yotsub-.." And the little girl coughs for a few seconds before she shudders. "I've gotta finish giving out presents."

While she wants to do nothing but go back to where Daddy and Scarface were sleeping and rest herself, she's been given a job to do! So, the clover girl bows to Rattrap and then reaches into her jacket (that's covering her pajama's) and pulls out a small list of people who get special gifts..

.... ah! The robot thing gets a special gift! "Ah! I have a gift for you!" Aaaaand she begins digging in the bag.

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"You do?" Hey, Rattrap's just as surprised as she is. Her exclamation stops his admonishments before they even begin.

He kneels down, to be more on the level you know, and tries to check her temperature with his IR filter, frowning at the readouts. She's sick, all right. Definitely a fever, probably got a cold.

"Yotsub," He doesn't have her whole name, after all, "You're sick. You should really be in bed. Can't you just give out those gifts tomorrow? When you feel a little better? Yeah?" This better not have anything to do with that note his future self left him. (Rattrap suspects it does.)