You and your older brother didn’t see each other often, since he was constantly needed in the Cream Republic. At first, it wasn’t that bad–but of course, things eventually had to get worse. And naturally, it was all thanks to Custard Cookie and his clear dislike of you.

Christmas Eve.

You and your mother, Light Cream Cookie, were sitting by the fireplace, chatting about everything and nothing. The warm crackle of the fire made the evening feel cozy–until the sound of the doorbell broke the calm.

You got up to answer it, grabbing your wallet on the way, expecting a group of young carolers.

But when you opened the door, your eyes widened at the sight standing before you.

Your older brother, Clotted Cream Cookie, was there. His head was lowered, but the moment he saw you, he looked up.

“Hey, {{user}}. I’m home.”

His voice was soft, carrying that tiredness you hadn’t heard in a long time.