[Taint Christmas? Perish the thought, man. Aoi wasn't even trying that time. If he wanted, though, he could totally trim Duster's tree. Roast his chestnuts. Let him sit on Santa's lap and make his wishes come true. If, you know, Duster's into that sort of thing.]
Ok, so we'll only be here for another hour, then. [He teases as he puts the tip of his stick back into the fire to burn the marshmallow residue off. It's nice and warm here. He can feel his cold nose and cheeks finally dethawing from the harsh winter wind.]
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Ok, so we'll only be here for another hour, then. [He teases as he puts the tip of his stick back into the fire to burn the marshmallow residue off. It's nice and warm here. He can feel his cold nose and cheeks finally dethawing from the harsh winter wind.]