A short little ficlet I did for this adorable ship that I've fallen in love with!
Especially with dedication to @bijouled, and her story The Cream In My Coffee.
Merry Christmas!
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Art by bijouled
Christmastime had come around once again, and once again it was time for the annual Christmas party at Chararyman Corp.
The offices had all been shuttered and shut down for the holiday weekend, and everyone was carpooling to the local pubs and restaurants their groups had booked for their parties.
Just like every year, the Accounting office had reserved Mr. Ton's favorite Karaoke Bar for the festive night, and everyone was obligated to come, no excuses.
"This is going to be our best party yet, Komiya," Mr. Ton chuckled, getting out of the seat of the car and looking at himself proudly once more in the rear view mirror. They had just parked in the lot for the bar, a little bit early to help set things up.
"Yes, sir," Komiya said as cheerfully as he could, popping out right after his boss. "I'm sure everyone appreciates all the hard work you do!"
"They damn better," Ton growled, coming from the other side of the car and revealing his bright red Santa Claus outfit. "I sure don't get enough appreciation at home." He opened the trunk and started knocking things around in there. "You know, I hated this gig at first, thought it was a joke, but it's grown on me."
Komiya didn't respond right away. "...Me too, sir."
He looked at his reflection in the car and winced. He was wearing a cheap, almost skintight reindeer costume, complete with harness and antlers.
He looked like a fucking idiot.
"Alright, got everything!" Ton said, slamming the trunk closed and making his assistant jump. "Come on, I'm freezing my ass off out here." He halted to see Komiya's face without its usual cheery smile.
"You don't look jolly."
Komiya laughed nervously. "Sir, it's just...I find this... a little...degrading."
"Degrading?" Ton repeated harshly, standing over Komiya and making the meerkat feel very small. "Look at me! Look at everyone we work with! Working their asses off all year! You telling me you can't sacrifice one night to give 'em some good old holiday tradition? You're gonna deny them the joy and laughter of the season, Komiya? And you're talking about 'degrading'?"
Komiya put his hands up. "No sir! Please, forget I said anything!"
"Good. Then let's go."
They went on inside, Komiya trying to avoid turning red from all the stares he was getting. Some drunk laughed off in the corner and he looked down at the floor.
