"Now you do." Three words, don't even make any sense, then again the kid has never made any sense, must have been the humid heat in the jungle, turned his brain into mush.
"What?"
"Don't you remember?" No, he doesn't because it's not important, if it was he would have known what Travis was trying to say. "In Brazil?" Still not helping, only thing he can remember from that godforsaken country is monkeys, mosquitos and getting shot at. "Do I look like Santa Claus to you?" It sounds bad, the way he drops his voice in a poor attempt to imitate Beck.
He'll admit the kid has a point. He is wearing the red suit and the white beard, but that's only because it's Christmas and Travis had talked him into it, said it would be nice for the families coming to his restaurant. Beck wouldn't argue that point, even if the young treasure hunter would never let him live it down, because despite his size and tendency to inspire fear in people just by being there, he does like children. He even thinks that it's a good idea
"You look ridiculous." Says the man dressed in green tights, if Beck has to dress up so does Travis . It's only fair after all. He looks just like an elf too, well, he would if he actually got it into his head to pick up a razor and scrape the beard off of his face, all pointy features and unfounded happiness. But all in all, no matter how much it pains him to admit it, Travis is cute, the beard being a defining factor in that.
Santa and his helper turned out to be a popular attraction amongst the children, many of them even making two trips to Santa's lap to get a cuddle and leave a wish while Travis wandered around, giving out free candy. By the end of the day the Christmas cheer had gotten significantly more noticeable, even after the restaurant was emptied of it's guests. Beck blames it on the overflowing decorations, although, the green clad jungle boy getting comfortable on his lap might have something to do with it.
"Aren't you going to ask me what I want for Christmas?" Mischievous innocence dancing in blue eyes. The kid is up to something and Beck's not all that sure he wants to know what it is, so he just raises an eyebrow.
Travis snickers at him and yanks on the fake beard that would probably work better as a wig in any situation, until it is under his chin. For a millisecond he even though of growing himself a real beard, but then he'd look like a terrorist so that's out of the question. Is about to ask him what he's doing when he gets effectively shut up by the scratchieness of his friends face being too close to his. It only goes up for him that he's being kissed when he registers the surprisingly soft lips attacking his mouth.
"Merry Christmas, Beck." Is whispered in there somewhere, or it might just be himself that's thinking it seeing as they're both a bit busy at the moment.