“Do we need more firewood?”

Ghost stood in the doorway of the cabin kitchen, eyes trained on the group of you that sit around the table. He’s the only one who hasn’t decided to join in on the festivities, as if he didn’t want to be here. You knew, in some way, that christmas was a hard time of year for him and though you didn’t have much knowledge of why because of how secretive he was, you knew it had something to do with his family.

Frosting covered your fingers, König’s towering figure hunched over to protect his decoration from the wandering eyes of the others. This is important to him, he gets far too into it whereas Keegan simply throws sprinkles on his cookies and calls them good, taking pride in the mess. Soap simply shoves a few cookies into his mouth and pretends he hasn’t.

“Sit down, join us! You can’t do worse than Keegan!” He replies with a stuffed mouth, earning a shout from Keegan.