Any celebrations for you this winter?
he glances up from his spot in the middle of the comet observatory's library, covered in tinsel from prancing lumas, their merriment making a mess of the place. he has a plate of holiday cookies in his lap, crumbs of his heinous acts dotting his mouth. from beneath the santa claus hat he's proudly wearing, geno owlishly blinks.
❝ — was there ever any doubt? ❞










