James wasted no time in swiveling over, grabbing a box, and dropping it gracefully in Phaedra’s arms. He took the other two – the heavier ones – and swung them upwards, placing one in each hand. He heard the glass bottles knocking into each other inside, but paid it no mind. After all, if anything were to happen, he could just rely on his forcefields. Handy power, that was.
“Invitations?” He gave a hearty laugh as they started off down the hall. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about. I am but a helper – one of Santa’s helpers, you might even say – a servant. A humble servant.” A second later cam the grumble of, “not a fucking elf, though. I am a majestic reindeer. And no, that does not mean that Santa rides me for fuck’s sake and I am not ‘horny’ because they’re not horns, they’re antlers.”
He ended with a huff before giving a sideways glance at Phaedra. “Sorry ‘bout that. It’s just. How many times do I have to hear the same pun, y’know?” James licked his lips. “I also may or may not have taste-tested some of the bottles in here. Which always loosens my mouth. Tongue. Whatever the expression is.”
Phaedra bit her lip to hold back the giggles that threatened to completely destroy any composure she had. “You certainly seem like you had a bit already. Though you’re always rather quick-witted, aren’t you?” James had an ability to make people laugh and set them at east. And it was only compounded by the rest of his crew.
“I promise, no puns.” She shifted the box so that it was more stable in her hands. It wasn’t that heavy, but she didn’t want to drop it. She’d already done enough damage the first time she’d run into him, though luckily nothing had actually broken. Or, well, it hadn’t been luck. It had been James’s power. “I suppose this party wasn’t your idea then, oh noble reindeer? If you’re a humble servant, who are you serving?”
She supposed the answer she’d probably get was ‘Santa Claus’. Which was a tradition she wasn’t as firm on as perhaps others were. Her family didn’t celebrate Christmas, or at least, her parents had never told her any stories about a bearded man who gave presents to children when he snuck into their homes. With reindeer. She thought she might have been a little unnerved by the idea, but those who’d grown up with it seemed to think it all great fun, so maybe she would have, too.
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