บท 102: Uni Life + Christmas Special
*Merry Christmas, everyone. Here with a little something that's a bit late, but hopefully you'll like it :))
Peace out and Deus Vult*
Mark and Stelle suddenly awoke in front of a festive entrance, with balloons floating around left and right. Dan Heng and March were waiting by the gate, with the pink-haired girl waving ecstatically their way, smiling from ear to ear.
The duo who had just experienced the strange dream tossed a glance each other's way, as if checking if it did happen. Of course, it was as real as a dream could ever be. With relaxed steps, they made their way over to the rest of their crew—or at least the ones who'd be students as well, while the older ones were at some conference, probably boring the heck out of some bald scientists.
"What took you two so long? Did you get lost on the way or something?" asked March, crossing her arms as she impatiently tapped her foot on the floor.
"Well, we kinda had a strange dream," replied Mark, and both he and Stelle went on to explain the stuff they saw.
"Monkeys and a ninja," repeated Dan Heng, hand supporting his chin as he fell in thought. "That doesn't sound like something that happened in Penacony. Seems more like a dream bubble."
Mark shrugged, and March pointed to some monkeys nearby.
"Those monkeys you were talking about... is that them?"
"Am I still dreaming?" asked Stelle, scratching the back of her head.
Mark stared at them, making eye contact with the creatures, their pupils crossed and spread out weirdly, giving them the idiotic yet innocent look that accompanied them. He wasn't going to be fooled by the innocent exterior, however. One thing was clear for him: whatever was going on had a close relation to the primates.
"I knew you had to be talking about Slumbernana Monkey."
"Say what now?" snapped Mark, his head flicking back at March, a brow raised curiously. The words hit true, yet still a bit too far for his liking.
"Allow me to introduce you to the most popular little guy in Paperfold University! It's more beloved than Clockie," she announced happily, smiling as the explanation went on. "Slumbernana Monkey likes goofing off and loves eating bananas. It lives a carefree life in the Moment of Slumbernana."
Dan Heng seemed to be new to that as well, judging by his question.
"Is it also a character created by the Watchmaker?"
"No, no, it only appeared recently. It's a... what's it called again... a me... A meme!"
Mark damn near slapped himself, the memories coming back, years of brain rot that took different forms hitting him at once.
"DAMNED SKIBIDI!" he burst out, chuckling to himself after a bit.
"What was that, Mark?" asked March, jumping slightly at his sudden burst. Dan Heng stared at him oddly, and Stelle still questioned her own mental state. Mark let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head.
"Oh, you guys are behind on this subject. Memes are the DNA of the soul, you know? There's something beautiful about them, as cringe as some may be. This monkey ain't even a funny meme. I do recall a lot of them from my place, and damn... that was peak experience."
"You're familiar with memes, Mark? Who knew we had an expert on our hands?" chuckled March, nudging his side. He simply shrugged, understanding the nature of the situation.
"It's different from what I know, you get it? The stuff on my world surely ain't like this, that's for sure. But I might drop random lines if I feel like it and they fit the atmosphere."
"Well, the Slumbernana Monkey already took over, and it's everywhere."
Thus, the whole group was forced to listen to a rant about every way in which that damned monkey was integrated into everyone's life and countless other things related to it. Mark was close to setting every monkey on a radius of a few kilometers on fire. Still, he held back.
"How do you know so much?" asked Dan Heng, both worried and impressed.
"From the campus group chat, of course. I joined the group before school even started so I'd get to know more people. That's just common sense."
Thus, the nightmare of many people with an introverted side was born before his very eyes—March, the extrovert elite.
"You'll have a hard time making friends at school if you stay out of touch. Here, I'll add you three to the group."
Thus, Mark checked his phone, finding himself in a random group with a bunch of people. Suddenly, a wave of anxiety wrapped itself around his heart, sending him spiraling back into some old experiences from the very start of his high school years. He still blames Covid. Still, he quickly composed himself, grappling with the feelings and tossing them back into the abyss of his mind. He wrote a quick 'Hey' and called it quits.
"Well, it's almost time. Let's proceed to admissions," stated Dan Heng, while March gave a beaming smile. She was truly excited for it, while Stelle seemed indifferent. Mark kept his wits about himself, deciding to fully detach his own person from the events.
Thus, the group began walking around, glancing at the countless students, the stands that sold Slumbernana Monkey merch, and other various things that would take one too long to count in full.
The place was more than bustling with life, countless smells mixing in the air to create a specific adventure for his nostrils. Rather unique, stirring his hunger as sweet smells of various delicacies crashed into him, reaching depths unknown. For a moment, he was reminded of his million SoulGlad bottles, but they were an issue for later. For the time being, the university took priority.
Discussions about the origin of the university blossomed amidst their group, but Mark cared little for already known details, mere echoes in the grand scheme of things. The closer they got to the main area, the grander the surroundings proved themselves to be, reaching more into the realm of thematic parks rather than a university. From the get-go, it was a big red flag for Mark about the quality of studies it would provide.
"I already hate this place," he muttered, prompting Dan Heng to react.
"Why is that, if I may ask?"
Mark's palms shot up, pointing to the world around.
"This shit ain't normal for a university, like damn. I get it, fun, whatever, but it's a place for learning, not party. I hate it when an institution doesn't respect itself enough to organize the important things. I'd expect to see examples of what the students are capable of, you know? Displays of their creativity, their work, anything but this stuff..."
He sighed, and Dan Heng found himself nodding along, partially agreeing.
"I must admit, you're not entirely wrong. However, I do suggest we keep an open mind and try to gain deeper insight before making further comments."
"Yes, Mark," pouted March, her arms crossed. "Keep being a wet blanket and you'll be labeled a nerd."
He scoffed, waving a dismissive hand.
"You think that stuff would be new? I was the dude who learned a lot, and somehow, I managed to be a bit of a nerd even in high school, where I kinda stopped focusing so much. So yeah, I couldn't care less about that status."
"How about we stop discussing this and we walk around?" suggested Stelle, yet her words were closer to an order more than anything. So, they did just that, looking at the crowd. Students danced, chattered, or simply had fun with their monkeys, the weird dream plushies too animated for Mark to think them mere toys.
The sharp pain that shot through his head proved that he was closer to the truth than expected.
They approached a group of students who were toying around with some Slumbernana Monkeys, to which he wasn't paying much attention until one with a tiny black coat like that he'd lost in the battle against the Nightmare appeared before the rest, running around and singing their annoying chants over and over.
"AYO?!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening. The girl who had it, however, smiled widely.
"I know, right? It's a limited edition Saviour of the Dream Slumbernana Monkey. It was hard to get my hands on one, but it's worth every credit."
Stelle had a wide smirk on her face, playfully elbowing him in the side.
"Well, well, well, if this isn't an interesting development, then I don't know what it is."
Mark, however, was stuck in some weird limbo-like state.
"I did NOT give the rights for my persona to be used for this."
The girl, however, raised a brow.
"Your persona? I'm sorry, but are you supposed to be the Saviour of the Dream?" she chuckled, exchanging not-so-subtle glances with her friends.
March was about to comment, but Mark shook his head. If they didn't believe it, so be it. Perhaps the fewer people who knew, the better. Still, March wasn't having it.
"Yes, he is the cool guy who saved Penacony. Why's that hard to believe?"
The girl and her colleagues were chuckling among themselves, giving Mark another brief glance.
"Well, he's rather bland compared to him. The clothes don't match, and he's far from that heroic vibe. He just looks tired and grumpy."
Mark shook his head, walking away, slightly frustrated by the hidden need for affirmation that had always been part of him, but in retrospect, not being recognized seemed better overall.
"Let's just go; we have other stuff to see around the place."
March made sure to throw the ugliest glare she could muster at the mocking group before walking away with Mark and the others.
"You know, you could have easily taken out your weapons and shown them who's the real deal," said Stelle, but she got only a shrug as her answer, followed by a lingering silence that broke with his simple declaration.
"I don't care. Let's just relax for now."
So, his words were set there as the law for the time being. A tiny smile crept on his face in the following moments as the idea that he was living some kind of double life settled in. It was amusing, to say the least—the random guy was the Saviour of the Dream, some random supposed 'hero.' It did amuse him to no end, so he just kicked back and waited for chaos to ensue.
///Now, time for the little Christmas Special. To put it on the TIME AXIS—it takes place after Sunday boards the Astral Express, which means Chicken Wing Boy gon make an appearance too. We'll have to wait and see how it goes, right? Sit back and enjoy. Also, Merry Christmas, everyone!
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The atmosphere in the Astral Express was jolly, to say the least.
"Move it to the left," said March, her fingers fixed together in a square frame as she tried to get the perfect angle for the lights that Mark was fixing up on the wall. He stood on a pillar of ice, moving as she dictated, trying to get the perfect spot, humming along to whatever Christmas songs were playing over the broadcast. The tunes were strangely familiar to those he knew from his world, bringing out questions like the origin of the holiday in this universe, yet he kept those for himself.
"Careful with that, Stelle," chuckled Himeko as Stelle tripped over the lights, nearly spilling the contents of a box—tens of globes and decorations ready to be hung up on the Christmas tree. Dan Heng was meticulously placing them alongside Sunday, while Welt took care to aid Pom-Pom in setting up the dinner.
Himeko's task was to hang the socks for every member of the Astral Express around the bar, for a lack of a fireplace. It was a nice improvisation, however, and pretty eye-catching. The Christmas tree was coming to life under the masterful eyes of both Sunday, probably the harmonious guide of the operation, and Dan Heng, the calculated guy with a meticulous approach to most tasks.
"Perfect!" shouted March, and Mark was finally free to dismiss the ice pillar and come down, taking a look at his work.
"This sure looks nice, right?" he asked, looking over everyone, smiling as the image of a large family painted itself before his very eyes.
"You and Miss March did focus a lot on the details; that much is certain," said Sunday, fiddling with a few tiny ribbons that nicely aligned themselves in the green spikes of the fir tree.
"Welp, a good job is a good job. Gotta make sure it's all nice for Santa, right?" chuckled Mark, listening to Himeko's amused hums.
"Well, let's just hope we'll find the socks filled in the morning, right?" she said, glancing at him.
"Let's hope there's no coal inside," said Dan Heng, and Stelle puffed her chest out.
"Oh, please. We basically saved a few planets. No way we're on Santa's naughty list."
It was a funny thought, but she wasn't wrong about that. They had, in fact, contributed to the well-being of a few words. Thus, the spot for 'Best Kids' on that list was sure to be theirs.
"I wish I could say the same about me," said Sunday, a trace of melancholy in his voice as the tinsel brushed against his palm, wrapping around the tree.
"Don't worry about that, Sunday. Santa surely appreciates that you decided to change for the better. That amounts to much more than words can express."
Himeko was quick to reassure him, and Mark chimed in, used to pushing Sunday from the back like a scaredy cat that didn't want to take a few steps outside its home.
"Ey, we went over this already. You chose to turn over a new leaf. You're aware of your mistakes, and you chose to do good moving forward. That alone earns you a special spot on Santa's list. Maybe your gift will be the largest of them all; who knows?"
March pouted slightly, crossing her arms.
"I sure hope Santa won't play favorites. A cute girl needs herself a cute gift, you know?"
Thus, the laughter and warmth spread around like the memetic virus they had handled not so long ago in Penacony, the same place they were docked at, still waiting for departure. Welt and Pom-Pom finished setting the table, the dinner looking as tasty as food could be, with various dishes to choose from, favorites for everyone—and plenty at that. It was a night for a feast, and the gifts were sure to come in the morning.
The relaxed atmosphere went late into the night, peppered with Shush' puns that made Mark lose it. Glasses clinked, drinks went down, and jolly vibes were kept to a maximum. For a moment, the world itself went silent, leaving just them in their tiny bubble of joy until fatigue settled over everyone.
"Heh, you youngsters sure have a lot of energy. Please excuse me, but I'm tired. I'll go rest in my room. You take care, alright?" said Welt, waving as he departed to the confines of his room.
"Mister Yang is right," yawned March, rubbing the fatigue away from her eyes. Still, a mischievous spark was present in her gaze, sparkling more as Stelle's gaze met hers.
"Indeed. I feel pretty tired right now," said Stelle, lightly slapping her cheek as she prepared to go to her room, with March going to her own.
"Then I shall also take my leave," said Dan Heng, leaving behind Pom-Pom, Himeko, Mark, and Sunday, who, like the others, retreated to his room—an addition Mark himself had worked on. Thanks to the rooming situation and the lack of space, he made sure to put his skills to use and separated the training quarters—that doubled as his own space—into two rooms. It was a bit of work, especially with the wall they placed in the center—one that needed precise work and perhaps a bit of insanity to be pulled off—but the result spoke for itself.
He could always move it away, should Sunday leave one day, without ruining the whole thing.
Mark sat on his chair, twirling a glass of red wine around, staring at the drink with a bit of fog in his vision, a sign of his impending rest coming closer and closer.
"You're just as sleepy, aren't you?" teased Himeko, taking a seat by his side. His eyes scanned around, noticing that it was just the two of them left.
"Well, let's say that I can stay awake a bit longer, should the need arise. What about you, tho? You look pretty tired yourself, despite how much coffee you drink."
She shook her head slightly, offering him a gentle smile.
"I'm fine; don't worry too much. I'm used to functioning like this. How about you just go sleep as well? We need to give Santa some room to work, right?"
He closed his eyes, smiling slightly at the thought of Welt in a costume or something along those lines. Still, it was fun to keep the game going, but his thoughts were kept close.
"Oh, I guess I should do that, then. Just take care and rest, alright? Ladies need their beauty sleep."
The half-empty glass nearly touched the table, but he chose to gulp the remaining liquid before putting the empty vessel down with a thud.
"Maybe we should first put the food away in the fridge, right? It'd be a shame to have it ruined."
Shush spoke up, his presence nearly forgotten.
"Don't worry, I'll handle that, Mark. I can't allow such a mess to 'mark' the holiday."
Mark chuckled, the joke never aging.
"Oh, Shush. I hope Santa gets you the finest oil you need or something along those lines. You deserve it."
Thus, Himeko and Mark left the room together, heading in the same direction for a good part. In front of her door, she turned to look at him one more time, holding his gaze gently.
"Well, goodnight, Mark. Don't come out of your room even if you hear a few rustling sounds, alright?"
He nodded, taking notes.
"Sure. Can't afford to catch Santa in the act. We'll see tomorrow."
"Yes, tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Mark."
"Night, Himeko."
He turned to leave, but she first gave him a tight hug, then made herself unseen behind her door. For a moment, he was stuck there, but the warmth turned into a smile that plagued his lips. She knew, after the time they had spent together and some in-depth analysis, that Mark craved contact more than he let on.
His bed was a lot softer that night, so he settled down with ease. Just as sleep was about to pay him a visit, a soft knock on his door awoke him.
"What the?" he mumbled groggily, only to see March and Stelle peeking inside, with a reluctant Dan Heng by their side.
"What are you all doing?" he asked, and March shushed him. She whispered back, clearly wishing to keep the whole thing a secret.
"Mark, we're going to wait and catch 'Santa' in the act. Come with us."
He shook his head and lay back down, too tired to deal with that.
"Heh, sorry, March, but I'm tired. Just let this lad rest, would you? I appreciate the thought, however."
She sulked, and so did Stelle, but there was no workaround when it came to a stubborn Mark.
"How come you leave him alone but you pester me to no end?" asked Dan Heng, his voice a quiet hush as they closed the door to Mark's room, letting him rest.
"I guess it's just us. Let's go out after Welt," said Stelle, and the trio did just that. In perfect silence, they snuck out the Express, making their way to the planet of festivities, ready to go check around the shops they know best in search of Welt. They went to the hotel in a heartbeat, each one in their own room, ready to enter the Dream and catch Welt in action. Items from the Dreamscape could be taken out into reality, and so they had to be fast with it.
Once inside the dream, they quickly grouped up, preparing their plan.
"Alright, here's how we're going to do this. We spread out, and everyone goes to look in a specific area. We keep in touch over the phone. Send messages if you have something, alright?"
March, for the first time, had a sound plan. When it came to the most random of tasks that lacked any importance, she suddenly gained the experience of a general with years in the field.
"Understood, March. We need to be quick and cover as much land as we can," added Stelle, leaving Dan Heng in a haze.
"Can you remind me why we are doing this?"
They both looked at him and spoke seriously.
"It's about the principle, you know? Someone must always try to catch Santa in the act; it's a must."
With that having to suffice as reason, the trio spread out, each one moving through different areas of Penacony, some places bustling, while others were clearer. Dan Heng had no luck in his area, but he did end up in the places that had fewer people around for shopping and more out celebrating. He quickly typed a message to let the others know that he had no luck.
March moved through the crowd, looking around intently. She did find multiple people dressed as Santa, but none of them were Welt. In the corner of her eye, she did catch sight of something flickering above, but she didn't pay it any mind, since a figure from the group was slowly separating itself. With a quick glance, she saw the familiar cane hidden away as subtly as possible.
"I have him."
The message was short, followed by her location that looped back to the hotel. He was close to coming back to reality, and thus they had to rush a bit.
Back to the real world, perhaps as fast as they had gone in, the trio reunited in the hotel halls.
"Quick, or we'll lose him!" shouted March, already invested in the whole endeavor.
They rushed outside, leaving everyone in a haze and dust. The red splatter of color in the distance was running to the Astral Express—it had to be Welt.
"Faster, come on," huffed March, running as fast as she could. The trio was so close, closer than ever. Welt was older; they had to use the advantage of youth and his pace being slower thanks to the large sack of the same color as his outfit.
The doors to the Express opened and closed before their eyes, but they were upon it quickly. Dan Heng opened the door, and March jumped in, followed by Stelle. They ran for the party car, yanking the door open one second before it closed.
"We caught you, Mister Santa Yang!" shouted March, perhaps a little louder than expected. Welt turned around, the fake white beard looking rather convincing on his face. Still, silence settled in quickly.
Dan Heng closed the door, walking inside himself. The silence felt oddly eerie, so he didn't know what to expect. Still, the sight was fairly odd. Welt dressed as Santa, with a large sack on his back that was filled to the brim. The issue there wasn't that, but rather the large boxes that had somehow appeared under the Christmas tree while they were gone.
"Who did this?" asked Stelle, her eyes wide. It seemed that they had missed the true Santa.
"What's going on here?" asked Himeko, peeking through the door with her suitcase in hand, just in case it would be needed.
"I understand it now," said Dan Heng, looking from Himeko to the tree. "It was Miss Himeko who put the gifts under the fir."
Her brows shot up, and she stepped inside properly, looking past the cluttered group. The colorful boxes came in sight, and she fell silent too.
"I didn't do it," she said softly, glancing to the others. "Welt was supposed to handle it, but it seems that he's here with the boxes in tow."
"No way Sunday could do it, since he's basically a fugitive in Penacony, and Mark went to sleep right as we went outside. Pom-Pom can't leave the Express. This doesn't make sense!" shouted March, confusion written on her face. In came Sunday, followed by a sleepy Mark, clad in his pajamas that he had bought just a day or two before.
"What the heck is going on? I heard shouting," he grumbled, reaching out to the side to summon his weapon. His tired eyes scanned everyone, looking over Welt's luggage, then to the tree, and he put the pieces together.
"I see... double gifts, right?" he smiled, but the answer was nowhere near satisfying for March.
"But how? This shouldn't have happened."
"I must admit," said Himeko, rubbing her eyes slightly. "This is unexpected."
"I can understand the commotion now," said Sunday, looking around as well. "Someone sneaking in on the Astral Express is rather dangerous."
Mark rubbed his chin, shaking his head.
"I don't think it was the Stellaron Hunters. Kafka's the sneaky master, but it's her style to leave a hint or something. I see nothing."
"Well, since everyone is here, I guess we have to open them, right?" said Stelle, and the others did agree to it.
Welt put the gifts under the tree, next to the mysterious ones, letting out a tired sigh as he stood back up.
"You youngsters sure are relentless. I did my best to be quick, but you still caught up to me. I must be growing old," he chuckled, and so, the atmosphere was set for the mysterious unwrapping.
Meanwhile, Himeko fetched Pom-Pom, whose eyes were sparkling with joy. So, it began. The first round was molded around the gifts Welt brought in. He handed out each box, making sure everyone had one, and they all unwrapped them all at once.
Coffee blends for Himeko, exotic aromas, and new things for her to try. Cute accessories for March, stylish and colorful, along with a new cute dress. For Stelle, collectible figures of trash cans with beefy arms, three of them—bronze, silver, and gold—as well as a few gift cards to use online for her games—since she had finally set up her room and bought a large gaming setup.
For Dan Heng, a few new books on various subjects that have his interest. Welt got a nice new case for his glasses, cleaning supplies for them, a scarf, and some drawing supplies for the moments his old passion comes back. Sunday himself got desserts—plenty of them—along with a few trinkets to remind him of Penacony. Pom-Pom got a fluffy pillow custom-made to look like him—and it was just as fluffy. Shush also got something, but what could someone get a robot like him? A cool sombrero, and perhaps some tolerance for his relentless puns that only Mark could stomach.
Mark unwrapped his gift, eager to see what awaited him inside. He was pretty clueless as to what was inside, as he didn't really show much interest in stuff at times, simply going on with battle after battle.
The box opened, revealing a sleek laptop inside. The design far outdid anything he knew on his world, even if the similarities were there.
"Damn, how come I got the coolest gift?" he asked softly, smiling as he glanced around, wiping his eyes quickly. Truly a bad moment to be emotional like he was.
"Well, you did say that you missed your laptop, and we kept that in mind. I hope you'll like it," said Welt, and Mark simply chuckled, unsure of how to even react.
"I'm speechless, seriously. I don't even know what to say now."
The others smiled too, and March gave him a few pats on the back.
"Heh, come on now, you softie. We still have the other set of gifts to open, don't we?"
Their eyes fell on the mysterious boxes, their size rather imposing. Mark smiled a bit as he glanced at them, more to himself than to anyone else.
No one could be faster than a man with a plan who slides on ice across the sky. At best, they catch slight shadows left behind, which were gone as soon as they appeared.
Thus, the new boxes were opened as well. Everyone had a box, himself included, since he had to keep the mystery going.
"Time for the second round, right?" he asked, wiping his eyes again, his emotions threatening him once more.
The gifts were opened with eagerness, leaving everyone slightly stunned. Himeko had received a bunch of books on astronomy, all of them the newest in the field, alongside an extremely powerful telescope that one could use inside the Express with ease, a marvel of technology.
March got a professional camera alongside a tripod, lights, and a giant teddy bear that was shrunk down to a quarter of its size—until she tore the packaging and it got in contact with air. The whole thing inflated in front of her eyes.
Welt got a functional, human-sized replica of his own creation, a robot that he himself had made for an animated series. Instantly, he knew who the gifts were from, but he kept silent, not even glancing at Mark out of understanding. It came with a remote too, so Welt could have it walk around. Truly, the childish side he held hidden most of the time came out in full swing as the mecha roamed the room, making sounds as well.
Dan Heng received a tablet similar to the Data Bank, but it was something to use on the go, and it did allow him to use both online forums that he sometimes frequents, as well as a large library of works that cover various topics he takes interest in. It also had a simple case, similar to that of his phone, and a new pair of earphones.
Stelle got a large, brand-new, stainless steel trashcan, along with a bunch of snacks hidden inside—genuine treasures this time, instead of what she'd usually search for inside them. On top of the snacks, however, tucked neatly, was a beautiful dress—made for formal events, should they ever attend such things. High heels to go with the outfit were a must, along with some golden accessories. It wasn't the typical thing Stelle would go for, but she did need a taste of refinement. Plus, what else could someone get Stelle, a person that has most of the stuff they want?
Pom-Pom got a cute new cozy outfit, a hammock to hang somewhere in the Express to relax, music discs for the phonograph, and a trophy for the best conductor, and a new outfit to boot, something slick and elegant—perfect for the best conductor. At the bottom of the box, he also found a smart room-cleaner robot, a perfect little assistant for him—a slick disk that moved across the floor, cleaning as fine as Pom-Pom could.
Shush also got a different assortment of oil for his every nook and cranny and also a storage device with a collection of puns that would surely kill nearly everyone.
Sunday found a collection of Robin's discs, posters, and other merch related to his sister. Alongside it, a knock was heard on the door, and Mark opened it, revealing a well-known lady that had made her way there without anyone else knowing. She took off her disguise and leapt at Sunday, embracing her brother.
"Welp, I'd say that's one helluva gift," said Mark, finally opening his. Inside, a neat outfit, a perfect replica of his past one made by himself, along with new sheaths for the two new swords of his, with nice belts that hold firmly to his frame.
"Well, seems like we're all awake late at night, ready for round two of the Christmas party, with gifts and all, right?"
No one said a thing, but they all stared at him. Of course, he had been perhaps too obvious, but he thanked Welt silently for not ratting him out and instead played along with the charade.
"I guess we can take out some snacks and drinks, and since Miss Robin has joined us, we can make the most of it," replied Himeko.
So, Christmas came to be on that beautiful night when Himeko studied the stars with the familiar joy she held as a younger woman while everyone was having fun with their gifts, just like her.
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