Day Five

“Aaaallleeeennn!”

He continued to run as fast as he could, cutting quick corners and using every trick he knew to loose the pair of lunatics that chased him through the corridors. There wasn’t a way in Hell they were getting him to put on that retarded snowman costume! It just wasn’t happening! He’d seen the way one looked on Bookman and swore then and there to avoid them at all costs, even if it meant running from and trying to kill Lavi and his new best friend of a Noah. Turning, he ran straight into Marie, falling backwards onto his ass. The man had been dressed in a Santa costume, carrying his large load (which they’d put in a bag, ho ho) with some difficulty due to his missing fingers. He stopped examining the man when he realized three seconds too late that his hunters had caught him sitting on the job.

“Ah, thanks Marie!”

Sherrill and Lavi hoisted Allen up by his arms, dragging him off, both whistling the same terrifying tune. His cries were in vain, the sound drowned out by the rustling of packages and the people bustling around. There was a constant, echoing noise of bells as they jingled out of synch with each other, the Science Department having found an excuse to work at least one into every outfit. “If there’s anything I hate more than Christmas, it’s ELVES!” He entertained the thought of beating his captors senseless once the holiday was over, but alas, he most likely wouldn’t be seeing the Noah for a very long time.

“We all have to be in costume Allen, you know you can’t get out of it.”

He huffed out his denial at that statement. He could have gotten away with it if these two hadn’t have been made the head elves by the Santas. Cross, Komui, Tiedoll, and Marie were going to get it, he swore on his false carrot nose. Oh how he’d rather of gotten to run around in sheets and fake angel wings like Rhode, Bak, and Link or even a reindeer costume would’ve been better than this large, puffy white thing.

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Komui went through his list of very pissed off reindeer, calling them by their character names instead of their real ones.

“Dasher!”

“Oi!”

Timothy ran to start the line on the other end of the room. The antler strapped over his innocence made him twitch with displeasure, earning him several scoldings from the Santas.

“Dancer!”

“Present.”

Rolling his golden eyes, the Noah went to go stand next to the small child. Pain seared in different parts of his head as the antlers pulled on his long black tresses.

“Prancer!”

“Here!”

Lou Fa ran over to the two men before her, tripping and nearly falling flat on her face in her embarrassment of almost forgetting her reindeer name.

“Vixen!”

Fou huffed out her reply, grumbling as she kicked a couple of idiots out of her way to get to her assigned spot.

“Comet!”

“Present.”

Llevier marched over to the group. His posture was perfect as he stood in the line, making the afore mentioned look like slobs.

“Cupid!”

“Right…”

Reever pulled his hands out of his pockets that had been fiddling with a few gadgets of his. He let himself be pushed over into the line by the muscle bound Zokalo (a.k.a: Donner).

“Blitzen!”

“Ack!”

Choaji Han stumbled forward, hitting the ground as his name was called. His fellow victims glared at him, as always, he was holding someone back. The swift kick in the ass he got from Cross Marian’s boot had him up in a jolt and his best ever attentiveness.

“You will all remember your names for when you’re called! We will have absolutely NO SCREW UPS! I’ll feed you to that fucking tawdry porker myself if you so much as BLINK the wrong way!”

Komui, Froi, and Marie just shrugged off the pleading looks everyone sent in their direction, everyone but the very unwise pair of Tykki Mikk and Zokalo Winters.