Santa Claws (Santa || Clover)
If his phone wasn't a very expensive piece of metal and plastic, Santa would have thrown it against the wall. He had spent nearly and hour walking to the place where there should have been a pet shelter. Where his phone had taken him instead a rather recently vacated building. Ironically, it looked to be a butcher shop.
If I go home now, this day'll've been a bust. Screw that. Someone around here must know where the hell the shelter is.
Muttering curses, Santa slid his phone back into his pocket and looked around for someone who might know the area better than him. The nearest person was a girl with pink hair. He took a moment to calm himself down. He couldn't go scaring people off.
"Hello, do you think you could help me? I was looking for the animal shelter, but the goddamn gps on my hone took me here."
