Chương 129: The Year with a Without Santa Claus Christmas Special
I don't own Overwatch OR Rankin and Bass
"Alright drongos! Places. And… go for it!"
Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaaa-Da. Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaa-Da Da-Da-Da-Da-
I'm Mister White Christmas, I'm Mister Snow.
I'm Mister Icicle; I'm Mister Ten below.
Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch,
turns to snow in my clutch.
I'm too much.
Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaaa-Da. Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaa-Da Da-Da-Da-Da-
He's Mister Green Christmas, He's Mister Sun-
"Hold it! hold it!" Ms. Stone stood to her towering height, swinging her muscled arms as the music stopped and she stopped to the stage. "Kiddos!" she scowled, glaring at the backup dancers dressed in blue jackets and wearing white powder wigs. "What's the John Dory?" she grumbled, "We're doing SNOW Miser first Drongos." She said, "You're getting them mixed up again!" she playfully knocked a few of the extras on the heads as they grinned sheepishly.
"He literally just sang what you're supposed to say. Alright? He's Mister White Christmas, He's Mister Snow." She sang with an impressive melodious voice, that might make one wonder why she was not in a metal bang. "Alright? Take it from the top. Any questions?"
"Yes. I have one." I raised my hand.
"Shoot Scottie." She replied cheerily.
"WHY AM I SNOW MISER?!" I asked indignantly in full costume. Blue Jacket, stripped scarf, long white pants, curly-toed shoes, and what felt like a plastic cap of foggy white 'ice' on my head."
Our giant drama teacher Ms. Stone stared at me blankly, raising a curious eyebrow as if to tell me the answer to that question was obvious… "…I thought that was obvious Scottie." She replied frankly as I gaped at her only to groan.
"…Is it because my last name is Snow?" I asked as she then donned a look of pure surprise.
"Oh yeah it is isn't it?!" she declared cheerfully, "But no. It's because half the cast got Mono." She replied casually as I stared at her.
"I'm sorry, what?"
1 hour ago
I suppose I should backtrack a little and explain. This year the school drama class, made up of basically volunteers and whomever Mr. Reinhardt and Ms. Stone managed to catch in their very big arms, were putting on a traditional Christmas play for the school. The Year without a Santa Claus… Personally, I loved the movie. I love most of the classic stop-motion Christmas movies as is tradition… however… as I said, whoever Mr. Reinhardt and Ms. Stone managed to catch… And clearly, I was caught.
How was I caught? Well… you could say that my Christmas present was a trap…
"Mmmnhg!" Fareeha and I were exchanging Christmas presents, and fluids in the good old bathroom stall. "Mmnn!" her tongue shoved lovingly into my mouth as my hands lifted her elf costume… why was Fareeha in an elf costume? Someone needed to be the Elf for Mr. Winston and my sexy girlfriend drew the short straw.
I sat on the toilet seat with her on top of me. Straddling my lap as we made out in the privacy of the peppermint-smelling bathroom. My hands lifted the tunic of the costume, squeezing that perfect ass in my hands as she cooed excitedly into my lips and we swallowed each other's saliva… my cock rubbed against her underwear as she ground up against me. Moaning into my lips as she pulled away, adjusting the elf cap on her head.
"This isn't weird right?" she asked hesitantly as I continued to grope her sexy ass.
"It would only be weird if I was dressed as Santa, this is hot. I got a sexy elf as a girlfriend." She scoffed as I licked her neck, then she moaned. "Santa gave me a slutty Christmas Elf for Christmas." I teased, massaging her ass cheeks as she cooed.
"Christmas Elf?"
"Don't know if you noticed but we have ACTUAL elves now." I replied, "I need to be specific."
"True." She agreed.
"I also need a blowjob BUT I'll get that after I'm done-" I lifted her off the toilet, and pressed her back to the locked door, pinning her there with my body as she gasped. "Making you cum your Christmas brains out." My hand adjusted my pants and her underwear as I shoved my tongue back into her warm slobbery mouth that tasted like candy canes. My cock shot free of my pants and towards her warm, moist present as I slipped it easily into the wrappings.
"Oo-hoo-hoo…" she groaned softly into my mouth as I planted my hips to hers, shoving deep into her body before pumping at her steadily. "Mmgn-mmn-mmn…" I slid my hands under her, keeping her off the floor as I plunged in and out of her, her moans echoing into my lips as I slurped longingly at her candy taste.
Gently I glided in and out… but steadily began to thrust faster, and faster, the door creaking and thumping as her back hit against it. My hips pounded deep into her body as her insides clung to my throbbing length. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, as if afraid I'd pull out but FUCK that. She knows we do this balls deep or not at all…
"Mmgn! Mmgh! Mmnh! Hmn-hmmnnn!" the banging of the door echoed in the empty bathroom as she tightened up all over, her muscles contracting as her orgasm rapidly built up inside her like a tightly wound coil ready to blow. Feeling her insides quivering invitingly as I planted my hips against her and roared into her mouth as she returned the orgasmic scream. My hot load rushed deep into her body, feeling her inner walls cling stickily to my shaft as it throbbed and twitched out my wad.
Her hands clawed at the back of my head as we drooled all over each other, my cock still twitching but my balls empty as I caressed the silky skin of what little bare thigh I could feel. The candy cane thigh-high socks were soft but not the same as feeling sexy girlfriend's legs directly.
"Mmmn… Merry Christmas." I moaned into her lips as she cooed softly. "I'll regift it to you tomorrow…" I teased as she chuckled, licking my lips as they opened back up to slurp in her tongue as we passionately French kissed each other.
"Mnn-gnnm-we can't keep kissing each other." She noted playfully into my mouth as we kept kissing each other.
"Agree to disagree." I replied cheerfully, grinding up against her and listening to her moans. "…Were you eating candy canes?" I asked curiously as I scrapped the taste from her lips.
"Mmn-hmmn." She moaned as I squeezed her ass cheeks again. "Mmn-mwah… but seriously we can't."
"Yes, we can."
"No, we can't I have to go and meet up with Winston." She replied sweetly, caressing my face as I pouted at her.
"But what about my mistletoe blowjob trick?" I replied indignantly as her legs slipped off my waist and her elf shoes tingled on the floor.
"Seriously?" she asked with a laugh as I reached into my pocket and produced the fake mistletoe I was saving for just such an occasion. "…You really have that."
"YEAH. Because I wanted a blowjob from my hot girlfriend." I replied indignantly.
"Just get Satya to do it." she replied dismissively, "Not like she has trouble keeping it out of her mouth or anything."
"If I wanted to get head from Satya, I'd get head from Satya. What I WANT is head from my sexy, Christmas elf-dressed girlfriend…" I replied, gently kissing and licking her neck as she moaned. "Come on just a little?" I growled, rubbing her body as she softly gasped under my hands.
"Y-you want me to suck your dick in a bathroom stall?" he replied sarcastically as I squeezed at her breasts.
"Like you haven't sucked my dick in other places before?"
She sighed and pushed me off her. For half a moment I expected her to end our little lovey-dovey time, but then she squatted down. Sitting on her heels as she gazed up at me, my length throbbing erectly at the prospect of time between her candy-cane tasting lips.
"Let's do this quickly then-No jokes." She said abruptly as I opened my mouth for a quip. "Don't cum on me…" she said, brushing her dark hair out of her beautiful face before she wrapped her slightly sparkly lips around me. "Mmmn." My pre-cum instantly oozed onto her tongue as her lips slide steadily up and down my length. Kissing the base as her eyes twinkled up at me…
I know she wanted this quick, but I wanted to savor the sight of my sexy-as-hell girlfriend with my dick in her mouth. Stroking me steadily with her lips, keeping eye contact with me as her tongue wiggled beneath my length, resting my hand on the back of her head as she moaned up and down my shaft sending the vibrations encouragingly down my length to my balls.
"Ah!" she shot off my length, letting her tongue dance on my skin as she gazed up at me, "What… did I say… about 'quick'?" she said, her tongue dancing all over my cock as pre-cum oozed again.
"I don't really do-" I flinched at her teeth lightly scrapping my glans as she took me back into her mouth. "Alright already." I held the back of her head, holding her at the base. "Let me savor this moment annnnd… okay." Pulling her head back and slowly thrusting forward into her mouth, "Here it cums. Haah… ahh…"
Steadily push back and forth in her mouth, I made sure I wasn't face fucking her… you don't facefuck the one you love unless they ask for it… LITERALLY, ask for it not angry hate fucking… unless they ask for that too-it's complicated.
"Ugh! Uugh…" I jerked awkwardly, resisting the urge to plant my cock in her throat as she moaned loudly, gazing up at me as my shaft throbbed, pumping cum between her lips before slipping from them. She kept her lips pursed, slowly opening them to reveal my sticky load, churning it with her tongue as she closed her mouth and swallowed.
"There. Happy?" she said, using me to stand up, clawing up my body as I smacked my hands to her ass and squeezed them.
"My desire for a mistletoe blowjob has been satiated." I replied cheerily, "for now."
"Mmn…" she rubbed my chest, pushed my back, and opened the stall door.
"What's the difference between a mistletoe blowjob and a regular one?" she asked, rinsing her mouth in the sink and spitting as I held the mistletoe. Over my dick again, although this time my dick was back in my pants.
"Eh. Novelty. It works great on Mei." I replied, stuffing the fake mistletoe back into my pocket for later. I came at her from behind, rubbing her body as she checked herself in the mirror. "…Want me to climb down your chimney later?" I asked teasingly as she chuckled.
"…Is that code for anal?"
"…It CAN be." I replied thinking about it as she laughed at my thoughtful expression.
"Wait you mean literally down my chimney? Do you understand how dangerous that is? Haven't you ever seen gremlins?"
"Oddly not the first one." I replied as Fareeha glared at me in the mirror. "…Watch the first Gremlins. Got it."
"Get on that." she sighed, "Alright. I'm off to entertain kids and get stared at by parents. Don't be jealous."
"I'm not allowed to be." I replied quickly… I fuck a majority of the female faculty regularly. I'm not allowed to have a double standard of my sexy girlfriend's life when she practically gives me permission to do so. "…Or are you saying I should be jealous of you entertaining kids?"
"…Shut up Scott." She smiled, ruffled my hair, and walked out of the bathroom with only the slightest wobbling in her steps. "See you later tonight."
"…So that's a YES to the chimney thing?" I asked casually, only to receive no answer. "…Actually now I'm confused as to whether I'm talking about anal or not…" he thought about it, then didn't think about much else, as I quickly did some bathroom business and left… only to be caught. A big hand covered my mouth, a huge arm wrapped around my waist and I was taken to the auditorium.
Now back in the present.
"I'm sorry. Mono?!" I replied indignantly as Ms. Stone nodded.
"Hmmn-hmmn. That's Draenei girl, Sha'kira. Apparently, she's VERY popular." She then just grinned knowingly as I stared at her. "…Got through half the cast before she started coming down with a fever." She added absently as I rubbed my eyes… I had a headache all of a sudden.
"Okay. Stereotyping aside. Again. WHY am I Snow Miser?"
"What of 'she got through half the cast' did you not understand Scottie?" she replied casually, but with her manic smile on her face. "I had to replace just about everyone!"
"Again! Me! SNOW MISER!" I repeated one last time as she put her huge hands on her wide hips.
"BECAUSE YOU ARE SCOTT SNOW." She said loudly and clearly, "I'm told you get drafted for everything…" I opened my mouth closed it and sighed.
"…I honestly just wanted to hear someone say it."
"GREAT. Now, let's get through the number we got to do Ms. Heat Miser next." She said lazily, "Alright Drongos take it from the top-"
"Hold on. MISS Heat Miser?" I asked, as Ms. Stone grinned evilly.
"Oh yeah. Our Heat Miser's out." She grinned, "Don't worry though I got her covered. From the top."
One ragtime song and dance number later, plus a few lines I remember from the stop-motion movie. And I was officially done until near the last act with Mother nature… who apparently also had to be replaced.
"Good job Scottie!" she declared as I got off the stage. "Now then we shuffle the scene around, change the lighting…" everything turned red. "and then we hit the music!"
Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaaa-Da. Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaa-Da Da-Da-Da-Da-
Only for an empty stage to remain… after a second.
"Heat Miser!" teased Ms. Stone. "…HEAT MISER!"
"Why the flaming HELL am I Heat miser?!" declared an angry Texas drawl. "Is this a south thing?! The accent?!"
"Yeah actually." Ms. Stone declared casually, "Hang on Drongos. Stop the music!" she climbed easily onto the stage and walked behind the curtains. "I'll be right back."
"Wha-get yer hands off me!" Ms. Stone easily hauled Ashe in a red dress and with a flaming wig on her shoulders on stage, dropping her by the chair as she stumbled awkwardly. "I refuse to be a part of this!"
"It says right here in this techie do-dad that Echo gave me-" she then opened the new Overwatch High datapad she had, "That as a teacher on probation you can't say no." Ashe, dressed like Jessica Rabbit on fire, looked rather irate.
"What? Get a student to do this!"
"But it fits your figure so well!" Ms. Stone grinned dangerously at her, resting a huge hand on Ashe's slender shoulder. "…Now SING southern belle." She said with finality as Ashe cringed nervously.
"…Completely different dialect." She grumbled.
M. Stone ignored her and then hopped off the stage, "Alright drongos, take two! Hit the music."
Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaaa-Da. Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaa-Da Da-Da-Da-Da-
Ashe looked contemplative about picking a fight with Ms. Stone, but apparently, her probation was strong and she decided to take the hit to her dignity and sang.
I'm Misses Green Christmas, I'm Misses Sun.
I'm Misses Heat Blister, I'm Misses 101.
They call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch,
starts to melt in my clutch.
I'm too much.
Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaaa-Da. Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaa-Da Da-Da-Da-Da-
And so on and so forth. At least Ashe had a nice voice. "That's it!" cheered Ms. Stone eagerly. "Okay! Let's get Mother nature on stage and our new Misers will know the play!"
"I already knew the play, why did I have to dress up?" I asked curiously as Ashe had a similar response.
"I'm not even a damn student why do I have to dress up!?" she asked angrily as Ms. Stone grinned at us both.
"Because you're Scott." She then turned to Ashe, "And McCree thought it'd be funny."
"Oh HOOoooo fuck you too-MGH!?"
"We're in School Sheila keep the language low eh?" she replied, covering Ashe's pretty mouth with her hand. "There are ankle biters present. Okay! Mother Nature! On stage!"
"Pretty sure Mother Nature doesn't dress like this in the movie." Declared Brigitte, walking out in a one-piece dress that looked to be made of leaves that showed off plenty of leg and her muscled arms, and a crown of leafy flowers.
"Nah that's just the sex appeal." Replied Ms. Stone honestly.
"Oh come on!" Ashe grumbled exasperatedly.
"What? You're sexy too." Ms. Stone watched the stagehands change the scene once again.
"How'd she get you?" I asked conversationally Brigitte as she shrugged.
"She said I was the only one who could fit the costume after Sha'Kira got mono…" she tugged the dress absently. "I kinda believe her, this thing is tight." It did show off her curves impressively. "How'd she get you?"
"Kidnapping." I replied honestly as Brigitte nodded understandingly.
"Yeah, that's how it usually goes with you." She then stared at me and snorted with laughter. "Ha-ha You're SNOW Miser!"
"Hate you… hate you all." I sighed, "Let's just get through this I need to get out of this costume."
"What? No, you can't change. You're performing tonight." Replied Ms. Stone as we got onto the stage. "This is the dress rehearsal after all." I stared at her, Brigitte seemed to be the only one not surprised by this information. "Why do you think I insisted on this? This is an emergency and the show must go on." She stood before us and then cracked her knuckles loudly. "Right?"
"…Right…" we mumbled together.
…Later that night.
"Why didn't you tell us you were in the play!?" Mom asked excitedly as she and Dad talked to me on the phone, they were in the audience right now, so they couldn't come backstage. "We could've gotten the good seats!"
"Because I didn't know until I was kinda drafted into it." I mumbled irately. "Half the cast is out sick and apparently I wasn't given a chance to run away fast enough."
"We you should've told us earlier." Mom replied, "we're going to get it all on recording!"
"Please don't." I sighed with a light smile. Sitting in the dressing room alone. Everyone else was getting ready to go on stage, especially since I don't even show up until two acts in.
"Hush! It's my divine right as a mother to record my kid doing cute things! Oh! Fareeha's here. Break a leg honey!" she said excitedly before hanging up, I started at my phone and sighed again. Understanding that it was too late for me to get mono I leaned back in my chair and waited… about two minutes before Brigitte and Ashe both walked in costume into the dressing room.
"Rassa-frassin crazy ass aussie!"
"Rassa-frassin Yosemite Sam?" said Brigitte looking skeptical.
"I'm afraid she'll crush my teeth with her hand again if I start cursing at her again." she slumped grumpily into another chair. "I feel so damn goofy!" she grumbled as I glanced at her dismissively.
"You look like a hot Jessica Rabbit." I replied then quickly clarified, "…I mean temperature-wise: a hot Jessica rabbit. Jessica rabbit is always hot. At least you're not wearing tights." I gestured to the tight pants with the curly toed shoes… along with the slight bulge.
"Uh… Bronco?" snorted Ashe with an evil grin, "You're packing a sausage there." She noted as I stared at it, then sighed.
"I blame Brigitte." I declared immediately as Brigitte looked offended.
"How is it my fault?"
"I suppose it could also be Ashe's fault but I'm pretty sure my money is on you right now and that sexy leafy cocktail dress." I added as Brigitte looked down at herself and my twitching erection. "…Yeah definitely you."
She put her hands on her hips and glared at me. "…Alright. Just say it." she declared abruptly as I stared at her, my erection now at full mast and more than obvious in the tights.
"Say what?" I replied as Brigitte sighed audibly.
"Oh. I don't know… 'help me with this?' or 'I can't go onstage with my dick hard!'"
"I mean I'm not going on for like 40-something minutes, and the play hasn't even started." I replied casually as Ashe blinked between us. "It'll probably go away in a bit."
"Snow do you want your damn Christmas present or not?" Brigitte grumbled bluntly as I smiled at her.
"…Olivia?" I asked playfully.
"Olivia." Repeated Brigitte tiredly as I stood up from my chair and reached around her waist, grabbing her ass in the leafy costume. Slipping my other hand under the front of it and fingering her pussy as she gasped softly.
"…Well I suppose I AM in the mood for a blowjob. But I wonder what happened to my fake mistletoe, I was going to use that on Mei later. I probed her clit through her underwear as she slid her hands over my cock. Rubbing it through the tights before she slipped down onto her knees before me. My hands grabbed her ponytail as she tugged my tights down and freed my cock.
"You two are REALLY going to do that right here?" Ashe growled quietly as I let my cock poke against Brigitte's lips, feeling them part over my glans and slide down to the base as I sighed contentedly, planting my length into her throat as I felt it contract around me.
"Mmn… yeah looks that way." I jerked Brigitte easily to my tip before slamming abruptly back in. "Ah… yeah…" I savored the warm feeling of her mouth, continuing to pull her steadily up and down my length. "Fuck me…" I sighed, steadily thrusting into her mouth as she moaned loudly in response despite her bobbing head, her big breasts wobbling tantalizingly in the leafy cocktail dress designed for sex appeal, saliva liberally dribbling from her lips into her cleavage as I scraped mucus from her throat.
"Mmngh. Mmnh-mmn-mmn…"
"Don't leave too big a mess Bronco." Grumbled Ashe indignantly as she watched me face-fuck Brigitte. Brigitte could take it she was a tough girl.
"Mmgh! Mmgh! Mmhg!" swinging my hips into it, pounding against her face as I continued thrusting, Her lips were tight and snug around me as I pushed deep into her throat. Shaking as I came, pumping her mouth full of my cum as I held her head tight in my hands.
"Uuugh! Ughh fuck…" I sighed, shivering as if chilled. "Mmmn…" my cock twitched out my last drops as her nose twitched in the forest of my pubes. Her cheeks wobbled slightly as she kept sucking out my load, noisily slurping as she then pulled her lips to my tip and popped off. Holding them tightly together as she opened, displayed my load, and down it went with a gulp.
"Ah…" she gasped, keeping her mouth open as my cock twitched upright. Tapping against her lips as she wrapped her mouth back around it. "Mmn-hmnn?" I pulled her lips abruptly off my dick as I then hooked my hands under her arms, lifting her up and pushing her over to rest her hands on the wall, pulling her underwear down just enough to push my tip against her tight asshole. "Haa-aah!"
"Huh… going at it dirty today huh Bronco?" she mumbled, crossing her legs as she watched me pierce into Brigitte's ass again and again, the echoing slaps of my hips springing off against her muscled ass cheeks clapping around the room as I grabbed her waist, yanking her back hard against me as her moans steadily increased. Roughly pounded against her as her legs wobbled, and orgasm slowly built between us both as I kept ass-fucking her.
Her body jerked wildly back and forth as I plunged in and out, clapping my hand against her ass to the resounding smack I so enjoyed hearing. "Ugh! Shit…" Brigitte hissed softly, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" she cursed as her body tensed up and she climaxed. "Mmmgh-MMNn!" her body shuddering as her knees buckled, her ass dropped but I held her waist, lifting her up again and railing at her harder.
"Haah-aha-aah-aaah…" she gasped rapidly as her body tensed again, her back arching as I pressed her up against the wall and rapidly jammed my hips against her. Gnashing my teeth together as her fingers clawed the wall, burying my cock into her ass, as humping against her as my hands slid up to squeeze her big breasts. Enhanced by the dress of course, but still pretty big.
Bucking hard against her, feeling her inside clench up once more. "I'm gonna cum." I declared and smacked her ass as I did so. Both of us clenched up as I pinned her hips to the wall with mine and tugged her back by her breasts as my cum pumped inside her, draining myself, then abruptly pulled out.
Brigitte twitched and jerked as if dancing in orgasm, sliding down the wall and continuing to 'twerk' as she rode the orgasm I pulled out of her ass. You could certainly see the part-time stripper in those spasmic moves.
"Jeeze Bronco I know she doesn't have a song and dance-" laughed Ashe tiredly, "But that's no reason to short out her singing voice. I left Brigitte to twitch against the wall and turned left, almost smacking Ashe with my dick… metaphorically. "…What Bronco not tired yet?"
"I think I got one last ride in me." I said, my cock twitching as Ashe rolled her eyes.
"I see what you did there. But I'm not putting that in my mouth." She declared, flicking a red painted fingernail lightly against my rigid dick.
"I'm sure I can find a solution." I noted, already spreading her legs, lifting them up as she wiggled beneath me, her back on the seat now as I lifted her underwear up her legs, exposing her pussy as I slipped my fingers inside her.
"Ahaah… ah! Ahaa! aaah…" twisting my fingers in a corkscrew, in and out of that silky cowgirl pussy until it was hot, wet and ready as she twitched beneath me. "Mmmn!" I yanked my fingers out of her quivering hole, watching her climax before pressing my tip against her folds and pushing it deep and fast. "Ahaa-aah! Ah! SHIT! BRONCO!"
Good thing this plays also a musical or someone might have heard that.
"MMgh!" I covered her mouth, wrapping my arms around her legs first to hold them up as I pounded down into her, already feeling her inside cling to me as I pounded down into her body. "Mmgh! Mmnh!" her screams muffled by my hand I jackhammered into her, again and again pressing down on her body. Grunting heavily as the tripped scarf around my neck flapped over her body as her eyes rolled up into her head… and she came.
"MMMmGH!!"
I pushed my hips against her, grinding hard as I sprayed her inside with my last drops, shaking slightly as I took a deep breath and groaned. Feeling her spasm beneath me as I slowly pulled out of her body. Her legs flopped shaking to the floor as she steadied herself ungracefully on the chair.
"…That counts… as your Christmas present…" she grumbled quietly, "…maybe mine too, woo…" she sighed as I finally stuffed my dick back into my tights. All good now. The girls adjusted themselves back to presentable positions before Brigitte noted curiously.
"…Isn't the fact that we're dressed up as characters from the play, related characters for that matter. Kinda incestuous?"
We all stared at each other for half a second before I rubbed my temples and sighed quietly, "…I'm going to need to forget that and focus on the Snow Miser song…"
"So you accidentally don't slip into the Heat miser song?" Ashe noted bluntly.
"That wasn't me that was the chorus." I rubbed my temples.
"I'm glad I don't have to sing." Brigitte mumbled quietly, making sure her legs were steady.
BOOM
The door was kicked open to a grinning Ms. Stone. "Alright, show-stoppers! It's time! Scottie you're up first! Break a leg Drongo!" she then sniffed the air, then grinned at the girls. "Really? You sheilas couldn't even wait till curtain call?"
I walked backstage, I stood behind the swinging doorframe, and waited, taking a breath as the familiar song started up.
Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaaa-Da. Da-Da-Da-Da. Daaa-Da Da-Da-Da-Da-
End
DOES that titles make sense? I hope it does I thought it was clever. I was going to have it be The Year without a Overwatch High Christmas Special but that doesn't really make much sense now does it? Kinda confusing. Now, I hope to do Kiriko either by the end of the month? Or as New Years. And I'm leaning towards New Years. Kinda a New TEacher New Years special? We'll see how my time works out.
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