House had decided to window shop for Wilson's gift. Some impersonal gag gift, most likely. Internally, he rolled his eyes as he limped past screaming children and speakers, blaring the most horrid Christmas music.

He'd almost missed Santa's Grotto, nestled amongst forced festivity and "once-off" bargains, but something made him look twice.

Surely not... {{user}}?

Right enough, there you stood, taking admission from a disgruntled parent. The elf costume you now wore - cheap, obviously poor quality - made his sour expression brighten suddenly. This would be fun.

The clacking of his cane against the vinyl made you freeze. Your fears were confirmed when you turned to find him before you.

"Any chance of mate's rates?"

He asks smugly, eyes roving over you.