Kiki laughed brightly as some of the fake snow frosting was spritzed into her hair, dusting the yellow with flecks of white. In retaliation, she sprayed almost half her can around the tree, cheering at the resulting shriek that belonged to no one other than Mocha.
“That’s what you get!”
“That’s a load of crap- Hey! Get back here so I can bury you!” In a flash, Kiki had sprinted away from the tree and leapt over the couch, hiding from Mocha’s fake-snow assault. The tree was barely even trimmed at this point, the two disaster twins having spent more time fighting over the decorations than actually getting them on the tree. With a yell, Mocha leapt onto the back of the couch. Kiki scrambled under the table to hide, and just as Mocha slid underneath to catch her, the phone rang.
“Wah!”
“Ouch!” Both of the girls jumped and knocked their heads on the table at the noise, scrambling to find the phone. Mocha reached it first, holding it up in triumph. “I got it!” With a click, she answered, “Yellow.” She was greeting in turn by Hime’s voice.
“Mocha? Okay, you guys are at Kiki’s hous- Did you just say yellow?”
“Yup.” Kiki snuck over and pressed her ear against the other side of the phone so she could hear the conversation as well. Mocha flipped the phone so the speaker was facing both their ears.
“… Alright then. Anyway, we have a bit of a problem.” Kiki and Mocha both glanced at each other, confused. Kiki leaned down.
“Which would be?” There was a pause before Hime replied again.
“Something’s wrong with Chero. She’s not excited in the least for the holidays, but she’s never upset for Christmas like she is now.”
“Okay, so what are we all going to do about it?” Mocha inquired, right to the point, and sounding more than ready to roll up her sleeves and get down to work. Kiki nodded, wondering what the master plan was eventually going to be.
“I’m not sure yet. I’m hoping we can all knock our heads together and come up with something.” There were muffled sounds coming from her end of the phone, as if she’d removed it from her ear and was rubbing her face in exasperation. “I’m just busy already from my own Christmas stuff and I don’t have the energy to come up with anything right now.”
“No problem. Do you want us to all meet up somewhere?”
“We can get Jenny and Danni too!”
“Yeah, exactly. Maybe a café, or we could meet up-”
“I think a café is a bad idea right now…”
“You think?”
“I think we’d need somewhere where it’s all just us, you know?”
“Hey, hey!” Hime interjected. The two girls stopped their conversation with hurried apologies. “A café would be a good idea. I’ll contact anyone else we might need, you two get Jenny and Danni and text me the address of the place you find.”
“Meet up in half?” Mocha clarified.
“Half an hour is good. See you there,” was all Hime said before she hung up. Mocha and Kiki shared one more glance between themselves, putting the phone away. Kiki scratched the back of her neck, eyebrows furrowing.
“So this means the bike is out,” Mocha commented easily, belatedly brushing snow off her shoulder. Kiki nodded.
“BMW it is. Mom won’t mind as long as I let her know.” She grabbed both cans of fake snow and put them away, tossing some garlands, tinsel and ornaments on the tree in a half-hazard manner so that it didn’t simply look bare. Mocha finished it off with a wave of her hand, decorations hovering themselves onto the tree of their own accord. “Whoa, whoa! Leave the star, Andrew likes to put that up.”
“Oh right. Anyway, better head out.” Mocha grabbed her coat and slipped out the door quietly, leaving Kiki to scribble a quick note for her mother before following suit.
