Inari’s first Christmas (inari & apollo)
“Are you meaning to say,” Inari said, holding a tray of gingerbread cookies he’d just taken out of the oven, “that this... Santa Claus... he knows where we live? He’s watching us? He’s going to break into my apartment on Christmas Eve?” Inari found that a little hard to believe. Inari hadn’t been to the North Pole, but it was quite strange to hear that there would be someone with an entire factory up there. “It just doesn’t make sense,” Inari explained to Apollo. He set the tray down on the coffee table between them, taking off his fox-shaped oven mits. “Why would you build a factory where there would be constant snow storms? How can he expect people to work there in such a harsh climate?” Inari frowned deeply. He simply could not understand this... supposed ruler of Christmas. He seemed to fret, looking out the window, looking for this Santa Claus. “Is he a God?” He whispered in realisation, “he must be.” He closed all the blinds, as if they would deter the God from looking into their conversation. “The world is a slave to his factory. How can he be worshipped more than us, Apollo?” He sat down next to him, he brought a piece of gingerbread unhappily into his mouth. He immediately spat it out into a napkin. “This is disgusting,” he whined, his ears flopping.
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