𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Prepping For Holiday Chaos

It had been months since you started working at Pony Express, and now the official winter season was in full swing. The crisp air outside hinted at snow, while inside the building.

The unmistakable song,
"All I Want for Christmas Is You" blasted on repeat through the speakers.

Curly, as always, was determined to drag everyone into the holiday spirit, whether they liked it or not.
Monday morning was no exception.

With the holiday season around the corner, Curly had everyone assigned to Christmas decorating the Pony express workshop.

Tinsel draped across desks, fairy lights blinked unevenly on the walls, and giant foam snowflakes dangled precariously from the ceiling.

You could barely take two steps without stepping on an ornament or getting tangled in a string of lights.

You were busy untangling said lights—because of course, no one ever put them away properly—when you heard Daisuke's voice ring out.

"[Name]! Hey! A little help here?"
There was something in his tone that immediately caught your attention.

You turned around, only to find Daisuke standing across the room in what could only be described as a disaster zone. Foam "snow" was scattered everywhere, clinging to every surface like a mock blizzard had swept through the office.

And right in the middle of it was Daisuke, arms outstretched, his sweater—similar to his usual hibiscus floral button-ups but in warm, wintery tones, completely covered in the fake snow.

His hair was dusted white,
his expression a mix of annoyance and sheepish amusement as he gave you a helpless shrug.
"Yeah, uh... I think the snow machine hates me."

You tried to hold back a laugh but failed miserably.
The scene was just too much.

"What did you do?"
you teased, walking over to him.

"I didn't do anything!"
he defended, though his defensive tone was betrayed by the foam clinging to his sleeves.

"Look [Name]....I was just trying to adjust the thing, and then—bam! Avalanche."

"So, what I'm hearing is, you touched something you weren't supposed to."
You couldn't help but smirk.

"You're really not gonna help me out here?"
Daisuke scoffed, attempting to brush some of the foam off his sweater, only for it to cling stubbornly to the fabric.

He tries to free himself from the foam, but only succeeds in getting himself stuck deeper, the foam clinging to him like a suffocating blanket

"I'm not exactly loving the whole
'foam embrace' thing,"
Daisuke grumbled, his voice muffled as he struggled in the sticky mass of foam, which had swallowed him up like an overzealous snowstorm.

You couldn't hold back a laugh as you observed his futile attempts.

"Hm, fine. I'll get Swansea;
he can help,"
you said, turning to leave.

Daisuke's eyes widened in panic as he called out to you.

"Wha—wait a second! Please don't get Swansea! Dude will never let me live this down if he sees me like this!"