"Later on, we'll conspire, As we dream by the fire, To face unafraid, The plans that we've made, Walking in a winter wonderland" * ❆*
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PART ONE Winter Wonderland
"So like, how do ya like your first Christmas Eve?" The human boredly asked, twirling a scratched-up hockey puck around the wooden tabletop like a dreidel. A pair of soggy leather boots soaked the hardwood beneath the chair he was haphazardly propped up on.
I slowly blinked, glancing around the otherwise empty kitchen before looking back to him. "... I'm not Eve. We know an Eve?"
Casey's face scrunched up in equal confusion and he managed a quick "Huh?", before the sudden sound of a car door slamming shut outside rattled the creaky bones of the farmhouse. I abandoned the ancient 2001 calendar I was doodling on and scuttled off to hide near the freezer, checking on Icecream Kitty to make sure she was prepared for my incoming secret stashes.
The front door opened and footsteps turned into the kitchen behind me. I threw the freezer door shut and hopped over to the table, very, very casually leaning against it as I sneakily eyed the box of gas station candy canes through one of the translucent shopping bags — not even bothering to glance at the clinking bottles of eggnog they were grouped with.
Squaring my shoulders in determination, I plastered on a grand grin and held out an enthusiastic hand to the bags; only for Raph to rudely respond to by jerking them away.
"Don't even think about it, Mikey."
I pouted, which only made him roll his eyes. He huffed, shivering slightly under his red scarf. Cold Raph = More Cranky. Mikey = Awesome. I can work with that...
"Awwww, dude!" I innocently grinned, following him as he began to put the bags contents away after sparing a fist bump to Casey. "... You didn't have to dress up for Christmas yet!"
He threw a half-hearted glare over his shoulder. "I'm not dressed up."
"Red mask, green eyes, red scarf, green skin, spiky-looking on the outside but filled with cheer o-"
I cut myself off with a squeal as he lurched forward, bags swinging. Grinning madly, I made a mad dash out the front door, soaring across the surface of the thin snow. No steps followed after me and I soon skidded to a halt, smirking back at the Farmhouse. My plans were always epic.
I snuck a glance at one of the stolen candy canes, cradled in my fist.
