((It's really late and this is only the first part. I'm so sorry. D: But more to come! Perspectives will change, I promise. XD))
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. That is, until a certain brunette came tumbling out of a top hat, covered in tinsel and popcorn string. A roast beast was thrown out after her. Yes, yes, those Whos down in Whoville were having a blast, and Mocha was quite glad to join them. But now, she had some meddling of her own to do in the real world this Christmas.
Kiki was with Takuma this Christmas Eve, much to the malcontent of a certain blonde boy by the name of Taylor. Andrew was much less opposed to the vampire staying over at Kiki’s house this Christmas. He got along fine with the man.
Chero was snuggled up with Dino... Somehow. Luckily the Mafioso had gotten the time off, and considering their finances – no, no, bad Mocha, you’re not supposed to know that! Just go sit in the corner. Naughty.
Danni was with Dante, which was a given, and their dragon Isabel had managed to not burn anything yet tonight, which was a bonus.
One girl, just one little girl, was alone this Christmas. That’s a lie. A lot of little girls were alone this Christmas. But there was one girl that Mocha was more focused on: Jenny. The bubbly young woman was asleep in her bed, waiting for Santa, like the good little girl she sometimes convinced people she was. What was the biggest problem was that a certain man, with wavy blond hair and scruff on his chin, was half the world away, doing paperwork at a desk, with a window view of the Eiffel Tower from his posh downtown Paris flat.
Mocha pushed up her sleeves, scratched her nose, and glanced around the empty living room. What could she do, what could she do? She didn’t have a thing from the hat, and she was pretty sure that acquiring anything usable would take much too long. That was another lie. It would take five minutes, tops, but the kind of things she might need would mess up whatever story she was in. Santa's sleigh wouldn't come cheap. She didn't have any time jump devices, nor did she have a handy dandy portal maker. She didn't even have a sonic screwdriver, for goodness' sake, and she was pretty sure she was owed one from the tenth.
She supposed she could sprout wings and fly, but that would take a while. Still, it was all she had for the moment.
This wouldn't be happening if she's known sooner that the man wouldn't be here! Unfortunately she's called too late, right before she had to enter a story, to check up on him. She'd been told that he was very sorry, but he simply had too much work to do. He couldn't make it out.
She bundled up in a scarf, paused, then layered on a few more. She threw on two hoodies and a parka, three extra pairs of sweat pants and then snow pants, and ridiculously thick, warm gloves. She also covered her entire face, except for her eyes; on those, she put goggles. She grew out a pair of wings bones first, to make small holes in the clothes so that no cold air would get at her body past the wings, then quickly charted a course and hopped out the window.
She could only hope that Francis liked flying.
