“RJ, bro, the guy visits MILLIONS of kids in ONE NIGHT. Time means nothing to him.” Pretending that he still believed in Santa Claus was proving to be easier with every passing year. “Trust me, you’ve got time.”
❝ Time for what — ? ? ? ❞ Red hues flash with a particular curiosity that followed the teens as he trailed down the stairs. ❝ Of Tengu, please do not say you are speaking of your childish holiday. ❞
Blue hues roll as Nomi makes his way downstairs; RJ was way too frazzled right now to deal with a sassy non-believing book. And yet-- “There is nothing childish about Christmas. If we don’t get the tree up and be responsible Santa won’t bring us anything!”
