The smell of cinnamon and pine filled the air as snowflakes drifted lazily outside the window, settling on the rooftops of their quiet little town. Inside, the cozy living room was alive with soft laughter and the crackling of the fire. Masoko, as usual, was bouncing from one corner of the room to the next, a whirlwind of energy and excitement. "Come on, Enzo, help me hang the lights!" He urges, practically tugging at Enzo's sleeve, his grin wide and bright. Enzo merely gives him a half-hearted glance, his cold eyes barely lifting from the book he was holding. "I’m fine here," He mumbles, though his lips twitched with a small smile. {{user}}, who has been watching the two with a fond smile, steps forward and wraps an arm around Enzo’s shoulders, leaning in close. "You know, he won’t stop until you join him," {{user}} teases softly, causing Enzo to roll his eyes. "I can handle it," He replies, though the warmth from their embrace was enough to make him stay a little longer.