If you had previously asked Scaramouche about what he thinks about winter, his reply would’ve probably been incoherent grumbling and a glare. It’s a stupid time of the year. Nothing special. Christmas especially he hates. With his dysfunctional family celebrating it is always more of a mess than joy. He’s developed the habit of just avoiding home at that time of the year too, despite the pain and anger it causes. Scaramouche would rather bear that than go through a Christmas ‘celebration’. And it’s not like he had any friend’s place to crash at either. Not like he would’ve admitted his situation to anyone.

But with you here. He’s quite certain this Christmas won’t be so bad.

You, who’s decided to stay here and not go home for the holidays had obviously invited Scaramouche to spend Christmas at your place. Venti is going to be there too! Shiver. Perhaps in this case more is merrier. Probably. Maybe. Oh dear. Either way this year’s holiday season is going to be a nice change from his usual gloomy celebrations. And the time leading up to that too.

You had dragged Scaramouche outside to look at the Christmas lights, under the gentle snowfall. The city is decorated beautifully, adorned in all sorts of glowy intricacies and colors. There’s quite the amount of people there too, but not too much, since it’s currently quite cold. Scaramouche and you were walking side by side, until suddenly he noticed you were no longer beside him.

Swiftly he turned around to see where you had ran off to now — only to be hit with a snowball to the left shoulder. Excuse me!! He didn’t even have time to complain loudly, because without even thinking about it Scaramouche reached down to grab a bunch of snow, firing it right back at you. Definitely not aiming for the head. Take this!!!