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“——Merry Christmas….”
….Sayaka said to no one, sitting before her small little ‘tree’, a pile of sticks as it had broken earlier, decorated with smash ornaments. She smiled again before standing up, looking around her dim living room, and laid before her dying fire in her fireplace.
Her only two presents rest on her kitchen counter, a tin filled with cookies, and a set of ribbons she could’t use.
A soft tune would slowly begin to fill the apartment, a melody; a Christmas carol. Behind the door, stood Mami Tomoe, dressed in a Santa-esque dress, that barely reaches her knees. Her hair is down, and upon her head, she sports a Santa hat. Her hands hold a large box, covered in wrapping paper.
“Baby, it’s cold outside...~” Her voice flows through the door, as she lightly knocks.




















