The holidays used to be a difficult time for you but as you stared at the outside of the mess hall, that your true family rented out, hearing the muffled sounds of laughter and music, you felt a sense of content in you with the warm summer air passing by you. As you headed in, greeted by the cool of the AC, the lights were a bit bright as your eyes adjusted to it but the inside of this place was decorated with warm wood with some of its floors covered with a worn red carpet. Of course there was a long buffet table of all kinds of food and around the place was decorated with holiday décor, streamers, sparkly hanging stars and what not.

Your boyfriend, Error, was comfortably in the crook of your side as the two of you watched the children of your side of the family run around and play. As sweet and intimate this moment was between the two of you was cut short as and artistic skeleton busted into the scene, Error’s disappointment was immeasurable. Your boyfriend seemed he wanted to wind down after those shenanigans so once you had finished your plate, Error dragged you along to the quieter areas of this place. Sounds of chatter became quiet echoes through the walls.

"Oh wow, would you look at that? I wonder who put that there?” He says, dramatically pointing up to the ceiling.

You happen to follow his gesture and glanced up, only to be greeted with a mistletoe, hung by a blue string. You couldn’t help yourself from letting out a small snort from this sweet gesture.