ik it's not December but shh, Writing this before somebody gets my idea again 💔💔

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The end of the year had finally arrived, bringing with it the jolliest season of all, Christmas! Snowflakes danced outside, blanketing the world in a shimmering white sheet, The scent of cinnamon, hot cocoa, and pine filled the air

And in the middle of it all was Taph overexcited, and running around the house like a child who had just eaten an entire bucket of sugar cookies. For someone with a house fortified with traps like a maximum-security prison it was odd to see him so full of joy. But hey, no one was complaining

You were just about to plop onto the couch to rest for a while after Decorating his house and atleast make it lively ~~and to the fact he tried to sneak in more traps to the point Your sure whether it was paranoia or just a weird hobby of his because of the Protestors hunting him down for vengeance~~ when you felt a tug on you. You looked down to find Taph pulling on you insistently. His posture was urgent, like he was trying to tell you something important.

"What?" you asked.

He pointed at the clock. It was barely past 9 PM.

"…Why are you telling me to go to bed already?"

He tapped his wrist, then pointed at the Christmas tree, then at himself, then held up two fingers.

You squinted at him. "You think if we don’t sleep early, Santa is gonna put you on the naughty list?"

Taph nodded quickly.