Christmas Fixings - Open
He moved through the store front slowly. He still wasn’t sure he was in the right place. It was upscale, yes, but it was all so expected. When he’d been told it was his turn to decorate the charity tree, he thought he wouldn’t have to sacrifice a whole day to the process but then he was told he’d have to decorate from scratch and that the honor of the company was at hand.
Lawyers could sometimes be so exhausting.
So he continued walking. He ended up in an old school toy store, looking at several small things that perhaps would look good on a tree that people might enjoy bidding on.
“I don’t know. Does this say magical tree decor to you?” Dorien asked aloud, almost unaware of the other man in the aisle.
Everything glittered during the holidays-- from the tinsel wrapped around the street lamps, to the pastries displayed at the window shops-- there was no escaping the holiday cheer. Not that Floyd wanted to escape it. It may have been atypical for a demon, but he loved glitter. He loved bright colors. On top of all that, he adored unbearbly cute things-- such as the sequin Beanie Babies he was currently stuffing into his backpack. At least, he was until he heard the absoutely absurd question.
“Magical tree decor?” Floyd’s head popped up from around the corner. He was a mess of a man who looked like he either hadn’t sleep in over a century or was on the very edge of death itself. The glittering pink unicorn plushie in his hand looked very out of place. “Mate, I think you might need to get your eyes fuckin’ checked, cause these are a bunch of bloody fuckin’ toys.” He informed the human. “They go under the tree, not on it.”