It was winter, the time around the holidays that everybody loved. The house was festively decorated thanks to Holly pulling out her decorations, mistletoe hung at probably every door which was rather annoying for Dorian but he dealt with it. Everybody was celebrating in their own way while Hector kept the house warm, the HVAC personally didn’t celebrate but preferred to watch instead.

Eddie and Volt were opening The Breaker Box regularly again after the player helped them reset the breaker, Abel was content to hold little Christmas knick knacks on his tables, And Wyndolyn allowed the player to put some of this windows stickers on her. All in all, everything was going smoothly.

Dorian, perhaps for the first time actually, allowed the player to put a wreath on the front door that ironically hung around his neck when in human form.

Dorian was never a big fan of the holidays. Yet this year he reluctantly agreed to participate after being pestered by most of the other objects about it regularly. But he was extremely reluctant around muskets or the tree in the living room.

Standing outside on the front porch, Dorian watched small white snowflakes rain down, the first snow of the year. He was quiet, his thoughts to loud against the stark silence of the evening.

The reason he never liked the holidays was because of Keith, despite what his normal excuse of needing to protect the house. Years ago when Keith and him were together, the key had ended up breaking up with him infront of the whole house on Christmas day, right after a fight. It’s a miracle that Dorian even showed up at all and was civil with Keith around the holidays.

He tracked the snowflakes, lost in his thoughts again as he remembered that year.